"Okay, this one is yours, this one is for you and this one... No wait, this one... No... Yeah, yeah this one is yours. Sorry. My handwriting is so terrible even I can't read it." Trivian laughed half heartedly as he handed the bowls to their intended recipient.
Each one had a label stuck on it, with a name poorly scrawled in black marker. Each potion had been diluted, so that each person got exactly the right amount of mana for their bodies to form a source.
It was a process that Ren handled, since he had a better mana sense than Trivian, and was necessary especially when it came to the more developed members of the party.
For those with more mana, it would have been incredibly dangerous to consume the same amount as those with less were getting.
It was very much like filling a balloon. Whether you introduced the air slow or fast, didn't really matter. But everything had a limit, and if you went over that limit well then... Pop.
