Water poured into the chalice from the shower, and almost immediately, a thin mist rose from within, carrying a faint metallic scent mixed with something far older.
West stared at it for a moment, then lifted it to his lips.
The first sip sent a shiver down his spine.
It wasn't unpleasant—far from it. Warmth spread from his throat into his chest, then outward through his limbs, like liquid sunlight flooding his veins. His muscles tightened involuntarily, and a sharp sting spread across his body.
West gasped.
He watched, wide-eyed, as the shallow cuts along his arms sealed themselves shut. Bruises faded from angry purples into nothingness. The ache in his ribs melted away like it had never been there. Even the deeper soreness left behind by Adrenal Control dissolved quietly.
His breathing slowed.
Within seconds, his body felt… whole.
Not just healed... but reinforced.
West laughed softly, incredulous. He turned the chalice in his hands, admiration clear in his eyes.
