Ruvian uncorked the vial of potion Silvena had given him, then he swiftly downed its contents.
Almost instantly, its effects took hold.
The grievous wound across his chest began healing at a remarkable rate, closing completely within seconds.
At the same time, his depleted mana and stamina were fully restored, leaving his body in pristine condition, as though he hadn't been fighting at all.
'Damn, this stuff is incredible…'
A moment later, Calyra descended from above, landing on the ground just behind them.
"Do you have any plans?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You really do?" Zian asked.
'Did he just doubt me?'
"Yes."
Ruvian tightened his grip on his katana, his gaze settling on the Black Knight that just came out from the dust.
"The plan is… attack with everything we've got."
With Calyra finally joining the fray, the odds were beginning to shift in their favor. However, before they resumed their assault, Ruvian decided to give her an additional advantage.
