Ramiel inhaled, meantime tilting his head back and closing his eyes. A sky-blue and shimmering mist immediately spread over his lungs. The refreshing and frosty breeze reached every cell inside his body, causing a strangely pleasant feeling of relaxation. His mind momentarily became stimulated and ready to perform at top speed.
Ramiel gasped, releasing a shimmering mist of fine crystals from his nostrils. Without thinking too much, he raised the simple device to his lips and inhaled again. The runes engraved on the carefully crafted wooden casing glowed white, illuminating the dungeon's gloomy darkness.
Ramiel had never felt better. The idea he came up with a few days ago turned out to be a hit. In all his life, he had never come up with something so brilliant and simple.
