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"This forest is in even worse shape than when we first arrived."
Wang Yu charged through the tangled woods, Sif slung over one arm. His starsteel blade hovered by his side, weaving nimbly in the air under the guidance of the Chariot's power. Its razor-sharp edge sliced cleanly through obstructing vines and branches, carving a path for Wang Yu to sprint at full speed.
"Mm. We came for Madam Moira's magical plants, but given the situation… We should hurry back to Liaheim—the elves will be able to handle it."
Riding the wind she conjured, Avia flew swiftly behind Wang Yu, through the clear path he opened through the forest. The urgency of the situation was evident.
Wang Yu glanced down at the elven ranger he carried—her clothing torn, her body smeared with blood and dirt. From experience, he could tell her injuries weren't fatal, but they weren't light either.
Shifting his grip, he hoisted Sif onto his shoulder in a more stable position. A vial leapt from his pocket, uncorked itself mid-air, and tipped its contents—a faintly pink liquid—into her mouth. The potion slithered down her throat like a living thing.
This "Red Vial," a potent healing concoction Wang Yu had devised himself, was brewed from a blend of magical herbs known for their restorative properties, infused with a trace of his own blood....
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