Chapter 7 - Dragonfang Cleaver
Edrik joined Atlas, kneeling beside the newly damp soil. Curious, Atlas reached down and touched it. Yes, it was wet. Just as he’d hoped, the Aqua Crystal had done its job. A water source was forming beneath their feet.
Then, after a few more moments, he spotted it: a small trickle of water pushing up from the dirt, bubbling to the surface like a newborn spring.
Excitement surged through him. He dug into the softening earth with both hands, clearing it away. Water began to gush forth.
"This... this should be drinkable already!"
His face lit up with joy. Laughing softly, he leaned down and drank straight from the stream, cupping his hands at first, then bringing his mouth close to the flow.
The moment the cool water hit his throat, it was like heaven. Refreshing, sweet, and unbelievably crisp. It revived him instantly, the sensation rushing through his body like a jolt of life.
"What kind of water is this?" he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "It’s so good I feel like I could live here and do nothing but drink it all day."
Unable to resist, he splashed the water on his face, then soaked his hair, drenching himself from head to toe. Laughter burst out of him as he stood up, dripping and beaming like a child discovering a secret stream.
He turned to Edrik and Karian, his grin wide. "Come on, don’t hesitate. Drink as much as you want."
Edrik offered a respectful bow. "Thank you, My Lord. I’ll let Karian go first."
Karian gave a small nod and knelt beside the spring, drinking deeply. Then Edrik followed, each of them taking their turn.