The brothers pushed their way through the crowded hall, ignoring the irritated looks of those around them. It took them considerable effort to reach the inner section of Origin Medical Hall, where several newly prepared shelves had been installed.
The moment Kaelan saw what was displayed on them, he stopped.
White porcelain bottles stood in perfectly ordered rows. Each bottle contained a round, plump Potion that shimmered faintly beneath the light, the medicinal energy within it clearly visible even through the porcelain's translucent glaze.
But what immediately caught Kaelan and Icarus's attention was the section occupying the most prominent position.
Strength-Boost Potions.
There were dozens.
Both brothers' pupils contracted.
For the past several days, they had gone through every connection they could use to obtain these Potions. They had asked, pleaded, schemed, and even endured humiliating situations just for the chance to acquire a few.
They had still failed.
