Club Sorting Day

"Pack this too—you might need it," his father, Roskaris, stated before putting a few more potion vials into a dimensional pocket ring and handing it to Neraxis as he departed.

"Isn't this too much?" Neraxis voiced out, checking the contents of the ring.

There were hundreds of flasks, thousands of vials, and even more debit cards scattered all around—each one more fancy-looking than the next.

"Eh, don't worry about it," Roskaris said with a shrug. "We have a lot to spare, and, if needed, you can always buy more."

Suddenly, he leaned in and whispered, "Also... can you tell me where you got those weird potions that make Sophia look... You know?"

"..." Neraxis was speechless, but nonetheless answered, "Emma's potions... It's a small shop in the nearby mall."