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Not bad. Not great. But Fast enough.
Atlas exhaled through his teeth as the mana surge crawled through his muscle fibers, scraping against the infection that still clung to his bones. The potion was holding. Holding tight.
"Ohhh... this is fast. I need to get my hands on some of these," he muttered, crouching briefly beside the healer who hovered anxiously nearby. Her robes smelled of dried herbs and phoenix feather oils, and her hands were trembling around her staff.
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