Ch. 172: Arcane Revival
After gulojg down the gold coloured fluid, my taste buds remembered what it was— the Arcane Fluid, the divine essence that replenished the arcane power of gods. Its warmth spread through my body, igniting a fire I hadn't felt in eons. My weakened form straightened, my muscles surged with newfound vigor, and the veil of exhaustion dissipated like morning mist.
"How is this possible?" I asked in disbelief.
The arcane fluid ended up in the hands of my daughter and she appeared when I needed her most. This could not be a coincidence in any way.
In the dim, oppressive chamber, the three figures approached me, their shadows looming as their mocking laughter echoed. Cloaked in shifting darkness, they were manifestations of power and hatred, sent after me by someone who knew who about my adventure in Olympus.
