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“Drink this when the time’s right.”

Mina’s words.

Memories rushed back, the cozy dwelling of the dwarf, her bright eyes holding a hint of mischief and the unexplained urgency when she handed me the vial.

She hadn’t offered an explanation then, only a knowing smile and the cryptic instruction.

“Drink this when the time’s right.”

The reminder was a lifeline — a spark of hope in the oppressive darkness.

The weight of the vial in my pocket suddenly felt pronounced.

With every ounce of strength remaining, I willed my fingers to move, to reach the vial.

Every second counted; every second, the vortex drained more of my essence, making me weaker.

The creatures, the Balance, were deeply engrossed in their ritual.

Their chanting was rhythmic, an eerie harmony that seemed to power the vortex.

They weren’t prepared for my sudden surge of determination.

With a determined jolt, I managed to break free one wrist, its previous bond leaving behind a tingling sensation.

With fingers trembling from exhaustion and urgency, I retrieved the vial.

The coolness of its glass surface sent a shiver up my spine, its contents shimmering under the eerie light.

With swift movement, I yanked the stopper out using my teeth, the taste of aged cork and the faint aroma of Mina’s home flooding my senses.

But just as I was about to tip the potion into my mouth, a hand, cold and powerful, gripped my wrist.

I could see the surprise in the creature’s eyes, a glint of confusion breaking its otherwise emotionless façade.

Its grip was crushing, squeezing the life out of my already weakened limb.

Desperation took over.

The potion, my last hope, was almost lost.

Not willing to let it slip away, I did the only thing that seemed logical in that frenzied moment.

I shoved the vial into my mouth, feeling the cold, hard glass against my lips and tongue.

Taking a brief second to brace myself, I bit down hard.

The sound of shattering glass was oddly satisfying, a small victory in the overwhelming chaos

The potion flowed, a cascade of liquid warmth that felt like sunshine on a winter’s day.

It tasted divine — honeyed sweetness perfectly blended with an exotic flavor I couldn’t place.

It had a zesty aftertaste, leaving a tingly sensation that spread warmth throughout my body.

A surge of energy rippled through me.

It was as if the weight that had been pressing down on me, the exhaustion and despair, were slowly being lifted.

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