Whirlwinds in the Night Sky (2)

When Turan held out the glass bottle with an almost dead expression after Solif jumped up, he sheepishly made recovery potion.

Drinking it helped somewhat ease the burns that had been constantly stinging his back.

After getting past the crisis by making and sharing recovery potions with each other, Solif used telekinesis magic to unfasten and hand over the Guardian magic device he was wearing on his arm.

"This really was an amazing item, I would have been done for long ago without it."

"It's my treasure."

Though the Mimic holy relic was overwhelmingly superior in terms of pure functionality, this was the item Turan personally felt more attached to.

After all, it was a gift from a friend.

Of course, what Asiz had actually made was the clothes that were now tattered from fighting.

"So... will you clean up right away?"

"First I need to call Bize."

"Should start organizing then."

"I'll do it, you just rest."