Ezra trudges forward, each step heavier than the last as his body screamed for rest.
The faint light ahead pulses gently, beckoning him towards it.
It was a stark contrast to the suffocating darkness surrounding him moments before.
The cursed energy of this section of the island had subsided significantly, making it easier to breathe, but Ezra remained cautious, his senses alert for any lingering threats.
As he nears the glowing spot, the faint outline of a pedestal becomes visible.
Simple and unadorned, yet it radiates an air of significance.
Resting atop the pedestal is a vial, its contents swirling with a luminous silver liquid.
Ezra stopped a few feet away, inspecting it carefully.
The liquid shimmers as if alive, shifting and pulsating within the glass.
He could feel the energy emanating from it—dense, potent, and unlike anything he had encountered before.
"A serum?" he murmurs, his curiosity piqued.