Supervised Training

Sora ignored the pique and stepped forward, revealing his blackened arm beneath his shirt. "I need your help. My arm's in bad shape, and I can't afford to waste time with natural healing."

Ideor raised an eyebrow at the damage. "Hmm... You've been playing with fire, literally, it seems. I may have something for you, but I'm warning you right now, don't expect your arm to be as good as new in a few moments." He turned away and began rummaging among his shelves.

A few moments later, he returned with a small vial filled with a brilliant red liquid. "This is a minor regeneration potion. It should be enough to heal superficial burns and relieve pain. But with just one dose, it won't be able to repair your more deeply damaged tissues."

Sora held out a hesitant hand. “How much will it take for me to heal completely?”