Under Lucius's gaze, a test tube holding roughly 20 ml appeared out of thin air in the hand of the South Los Medium before him. The blue-green liquid inside glowed softly.
Of course, that was not the point.
The point was that when the stopper was pulled out and the liquid poured over his injured palm, his badly wounded hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This, this...
What incredible power!
Astonishment filled Lucius's heart.
This was not the young avenger's first encounter with such power.
He had witnessed it once in Yura.
He had also witnessed it once in the High Priest of the Inner River God Cult.
And this was the third time!
But every encounter filled Lucius with shock, and... longing.
Lucius longed for this power.
Not simply because it was formidable, but because it could help him take revenge.
He had desperately sought such power before, but apart from the two sources he already knew, he had found nothing.
Yet even those two known sources were fraught with danger.
Yura had shown great willingness to teach him, but he instinctively sensed danger. His body even resisted contact with her, and to this day, he still suspected that her reasons for approaching him were not innocent.
As for the Inner River God Cult?
He did not mind learning his enemies' power to exact revenge, but he knew very well that his hatred made it impossible for him to face the High Priest. He feared he would give himself away.
Once he gave himself away, he would die.
Death did not frighten Lucius.
Dying without taking revenge did.
And now!
Another opportunity had appeared before him.
The young avenger's mind began racing.
Arthur had been quietly watching Lucius's expression all along. Seeing the thoughts flickering