"A healing potion from Harvest Cathedral. It might not cure you right away, but it should slow the progression of your illness."
As he spoke, Cyril tossed him the vial.
"Thanks."
Klein didn't stand on ceremony. He caught the vial and poured its contents straight into his mouth.
A cool sensation slid down his esophagus and into his stomach. Breathing immediately felt easier.
"A Beyonder potion?"
"Yes." Cyril nodded slightly, his gaze fixed ahead.
Mr. A was closing in, his body maimed and madness filling his eyes.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several thin, sharp wind blades formed in an instant and shot toward them.
Cyril placed one hand on Klein's shoulder and held an almost illusory transparent crystal in the other. A brilliant starry sky reflected in his eyes.
The next second, he and Klein vanished together.
The wind blades sliced through where they had stood, leaving narrow, deep gashes in the ground.
Mr. A coughed painfully. An illusory, dark-blue book appeared before him, its pages turning without pause.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As the incantation appeared, he vanished too.
On the banks of the Tussock River, Cyril and Klein's figures took shape out of thin air.
Phew.
Cyril let out a long breath and rubbed his brow. Then he took a crimson potion from his pocket and drank it to replenish his spirituality.
Only when he felt his depleted spirituality begin to recover did he relax. He turned to Klein. "Taking someone along when I use Flash is exhausting, especially when I'm using the ability through a Beyonder Characteristic."
"I'm running low on spirituality. That was my third potion today, and it isn't helping much."
"Why don't you ask one of the Pure Lights in the Spirit World to give us a lift?"
"Me?" Klein pointed at himself, his