Reluctantly... he had to make a decision.
The metamorphosis potion provided instant relief, flooding his system with renewed vigor. His enhanced senses made the world sharper, clearer, each detail standing out in crystalline focus.
The overwhelming fatigue that had plagued his muscles melted away like morning frost under the sun.
His renewed strength allowed him to accelerate the pace, but even so, time continued its relentless march forward. Each passing moment felt precious, irreplaceable in the race against the artromus' arrival.
The sword moved with renewed determination. Conserving energy no longer mattered; every second counted in this desperate race against time.
The scorpions fell faster now, their bodies dissolving into shimmering motes of boron-infused light, but a persistent question nagged at his mind: would magic be useful now?
The metamorphosis potion had enhanced his senses, and with them came a deeper understanding.
