Chapter 122: Chaser (3)
It was a potion with no explanation of the ingredients used. The label had only one sentence written on it:
[For deep wounds.]
Ignoring the fear slowly creeping up in my mind, I carefully poured a tiny amount of the potion onto Liam’s tattered skin. About 1 teaspoon, perhaps?
The viscous green liquid dropped onto his skin and began to seep in, emitting a faint light.
‘Why is it glowing?’
The green color and the light made me genuinely anxious. I even had the crazy thought that it might be radioactive.
The wound’s recovery was slow. It seemed to be healing, but then again, maybe not…
Was the dosage insufficient? Still, since the bleeding had stopped, I didn’t risk the adventure of pouring more of the unknown medicine.
I’m exhausted. It was a pitiful sight. Dylan’s body was as blood-soaked as Liam’s. I staggered up, lit the fireplace, and came back.