Though the stench of blood still hung over the Seventh Hall's ruins, Saleto had his men clear a secluded stone chamber at once.
A rare Tranquil Emerald was set into the inner walls, muting any surge of spiritual energy, a perfect place to heal.
"Jared, these are the last three Focus Pills the Seventh Hall possesses. They work wonders for stabilizing the soul, please use them..." Saleto offered an emerald box with both hands, his deference bordering on humility.
Jhaelyn eased Jared onto a stone bench, frowning at the demonic aura still pulsing from his chest. "That demonic aura is fierce. Won't it hurt your core?"
Jared waved the concern off and stored the pills in his ring. "It's all right. Mr. Vermilion was careful. My physical body was just unable to endure his power."
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