While the enemies were distracted, Vanessa moved beside Faeloria, quickly assessing her current state. However, even from a distance, it was painfully clear that the poor elf was in no condition to aid in battle.
Her mana had dwindled to pitiful levels, and her injuries—both internal and external—were far from mild. Dark bruises and cuts littered her body, and her breathing was shallow and labored, signaling the toll the battle had taken.
"You sure pushed yourself," Vanessa sighed, her eyes narrowing with a mix of concern and disapproval.
Without wasting time, she waved a hand, casting a minor healing spell to ease Faeloria's pain, before tossing a few vials of her signature potions over to her.
"Drink these. They're my prototype potions. Though they come with some side effects, I guarantee they could bring even someone on the verge of death back to life."
