The words hung in the air, striking each core member like a heavy hammer. Slowly, they recalled the moments when Lein had pushed them beyond their limits. They remembered the time he gave them silver badges that allowed them to break through to level 20.
They remembered the experience potions that guided them to Tier-3. They remembered the invaluable artifacts and gear, all provided by Lein.
No one spoke, but the silence spoke volumes. Lein looked at them, his gaze filled with confidence.
"Trust me," he said, his voice gentle but firm.
"As long as I'm here, we will not run. We will not bow. And we will absolutely win against those alien creatures."
Lein raised his hand calmly, and from his spatial ring appeared 11 small bottles containing a liquid with several white crystals inside. Each bottle looked simple yet bore engravings of ancient symbols that glowed faintly, signifying their extraordinary origin.
[Divine Promotion Elixir]
