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"That was a miracle that can't be replicated—do you understand? Without a curio like Silent Forest, Aleisterre would never be able to unleash a spell of that magnitude, or even anything close to it. It took an unfathomable number of coincidences to forge that cataclysmic meteor. It was a true miracle of magic!"
The elderly mage, who had but one arm remaining, waved his lone limb animatedly as he recounted what had happened to Avia.
"Certainly," Avia murmured. "Without the Silent Forest, such a spell wouldn't have been possible for Aleisterre."
She continued to channel healing magic over the senior Nightblade's bandaged arm.
"Still, sir, please take it easy. Basic healing magic can only suppress damage at this level—your body still has to recover on its own. If you keep flailing around like that, your wound might reopen."
The old man waved off her concern with reckless pride.
"Why don't you get me one of those potions the soldiers are using? It looked far more effective than healing magic."
"That potion causes intense pain," Avia warned, clearly hesitant. "I wouldn't recommend it."
Wang Yu did have several of those concoctions, but the pain…
"If I can endure the agony of losing an arm, don't you think I can handle a little pain from a potion?" the old mage boasted, patting his bony chest with his remaining hand. A strange fire danced in his eyes.
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