Rita's body was paralyzed, but her hands worked tirelessly, pulling healing and buff potions from her bag. Bottle after bottle, she smashed them open, letting these valuable items, worth tens or even hundreds of gold coins, disperse into the water.
She had never been so generous to herself before in this life.
Now, she wanted to drown Miyaas in the best items she had, treating him as if he were her favorite child, showering him with all the gifts in the world.
Miyaas' skeletal hand held a potion as well. Soul Catcher gripped it tightly, floating toward Rita.
On Rita's interface, the first two skills of her Divine Gift were still mid-evolution. The name Thief God flickered, as though struggling to take shape.
