Helena sat completely still, her exhaustion forgotten as understanding settled with clarity.
'But the moment he entered...'
Her eyes tracked across Damian's healing form, her expression becoming complex.
'The result became the complete opposite... The morale of the giants got completely broken, and the survivors survived...'
Only now did she understand the real reason he'd entered that portal.
'Because someone had to.'
Helena waved her hand, light flashing as an alcohol bottle and two glasses materialized from her spatial ring.
She poured amber liquid into both, the movement practiced despite her exhaustion.
"Medical alcohol infused with rare herbs from the Southern Region."
Her voice returned to something approaching normal, though strain remained underneath.
"Helps the mind and body relax, accelerates the final stages of healing, tastes like shit but works better than anything else I've found."
She handed one glass to Damian, then raised her own.
