Thoren arrived before the General and stopped several steps away from him, his gaze briefly sweeping over the deep wound across the man's shoulder before he reached into his inventory.
Whoosh!
A small glass bottle appeared in his hand. Inside was a faintly glowing liquid that shimmered with a soft green light.
A Low Iron Grade Healing Potion.
"This should help." He said and tossed the bottle toward the General.
The General caught it instinctively, his eyes falling on the potion in his hand before a look of surprise appeared on his blood-covered face.
For someone of Thoren's current strength, such a potion was practically worthless, but for the heavily wounded General.
It could mean the difference between life and death.
"Young Master..." The General looked at Thoren with gratitude filling his eyes.
"Thank you." He did not waste any time.
With the battlefield still raging around them, he pulled the stopper from the bottle and drank the entire potion in one gulp.
Gulp!
