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... ough he was sure of the outcome.

His health in fact dropped all the way to 3/10, but then it stopped there. The boiling water now felt cool and refreshing to his body, the various essences thoroughly mixing together.

As time ticked by, the deep dark red color of the liquid in the cauldron slowly started fading, all essences now little by little getting absorbed into Liam's body.

He closed his eyes enjoying the warm and nourishing sensation. Within an hour, the dark red liquid t ...

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