"Venom Fang Overlord, I have given my best. I hope my creation can satisfy you."
Valemont wiped the sweat from his brow with a dainty pink handkerchief, his usual composed demeanor tinged with theatrical flair. His voice carried both reverence and pride, as if he were offering a sacred relic rather than a freshly refined pill.
With a graceful motion, he extended his arm, and the still-warm pill floated into the air, gliding gently on currents of his spiritual energy. It hovered before Ricky, glowing faintly, as if the pill itself was eager to be consumed.
The scent struck Ricky before the pill even reached him.
A delicate, heady aroma—earthy yet tinged with something light and ethereal—wafted into the air. Just the scent alone caused a cooling ripple to pass through his veins, as if he'd taken a long breath atop a mountain peak. A subtle sense of vitality washed over him. His wings twitched involuntarily.
Something stirred deep inside.
