Pelion stared at the battlefield.
Darius was already down.
For a moment, he didn't say anything.
He simply stood there, watching, trying to process what had just happened.
His brows slowly narrowed as he turned toward Garion. "…What the hell was that?"
There was a short pause. "You can do something like that?"
Garion smirked faintly, crossing his arms. "Of course she can."
He glanced at Pelion. "Who said she couldn't use more potions?"
Pelion frowned, his gaze shifting between Dahlia and Darius. "…That's not the point."
He exhaled slowly. "It still doesn't make sense."
He looked back at Garion. "How can she drink that many potions and reach that level?"
His tone became more serious. "You need to understand something. The fourth realm isn't easy to reach."
He clenched his fist. "That's exactly why only Grand Factions have people at that level. And even then…"
He paused briefly. "…you can count them on one hand."
Pelion's eyes sharpened. "But she…"
