The acrid tang of blood and magic hung heavy in the air as Nel and I crouched beside the Drauxie's wounded body. Its shallow breaths wheezed through the jagged gashes along its flank, and its once-brilliant scales were dulled with grime and congealed blood.
I felt my stomach churn at the poor sight. But I forced myself to focus. I had to be strong and confident in myself. That I could use my power to help this creature.
Beside me, Casper rustled through the satchel he'd fetched from his house. From it, he pulled out a small glass jar filled with fine white powder. As he uncorked the jar from its lid, a pungent smell hit my nose instantly. The sharp scent was earthy, like crushed leaves and something bitter.
I eyed the jar suspiciously while pinching my nose, "What the hell is that? It stinks."
"Essence of Akooma, processed," Casper said without looking up. His gruff voice carried an edge of urgency.
