"I’ve been saving my ability with holograms for the next time you told the kids a story, to both give you a hand and a scare." Quylla would have chuckled if not for Phloria’s gruesome state. "I think she could use another potion."
"And you’re right." Solus conjured a third one, but this time Quylla spilled the flask.
Instead of falling, the purple liquid stopped in mi-air and slowly seeped inside Phloria’s body reaching directly her bloodstream.
"How did you do it?" Lith and Solus said in unison. They had tried and failed many times to create a magical IV line.
"I’m that good that’s how." Quylla replied. "I developed this method to boost the effects of body enhancing potions and tonics as well. Not only does passing through the stomach take time, but it also reduces their potency.
"This way, instead, her body will receive 100% of the nutrients in just a few heartbeats."
"And that makes what I’m about to say even harder for me." Lith sighed.
"I already asked Faluel to give you a chance, but she said no. First, your core is too powerful even for her. She doesn’t know a way to safely Awaken you and as long as you are a fake mage, you are competition. She firmly refused to teach you."
"Fake mage?" Both Friya and Quylla echoed in outrage.
The word sounded like an insult to all the years and efforts they had painstakingly spent training to their utmost limit.
"Okay, fine. Then just set me up for an interview with this Faluel. I want an opportunity to show her my worth. If after that she still refuses, I’ll have no regrets." Quylla said.
"I’ll do what I can." Lith sighed at all that trouble.
"Hey, what about me?" Friya repeating the same phrase as the others got on Lith’s nerves and made him wish it was just the tower having an echo.
"Phloria gets longevity, secret magic lessons, and a lifelong beauty treatment while Quylla gets her job interview on top of her godly talent. Did you ask Faluel about me as well, at least?"
"No, I didn’t. You are a Healer, yes, but you stopped practicing after the Academy. As far as I know, you’re no Forgemaster but a Dimensional Mage. The only Dimensional Mage I know is an ass and the father of the Wyvern who tried to kill me years ago.
"I can ask him if you want, but in your shoes, I would stay away from Wyverns." Lith said.
"I’ve been hearing about those mana cores all day, but until now I had more important things to worry about. What’s our respective level?" Friya drew a circle in the air with her forefinger to emphasize that she wanted information about everyone in the room.
"Lith has a blue core, just like Protector. Nalrond has two deep blue cores, Tista reached bright cyan, I’m at deep cyan, Quylla has a blue turning violet core, Phloria should reach deep blue once we’re done, and you have a bright cyan core, Friya." Solus said.
"Which means I’m the weakest of the group despite the fact that I worked my ass off as much as anyone else! You Awakened are a bunch of cheaters." Friya snarled.
"Well, technically I’m the weakest, but mine is only a temporary condition. I’m still recovering from centuries of starvation." Solus shrugged.
"Well, that’s rich! I..."
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