Aerick could clearly sense the power of that potion.
It wasn't something ordinary, nor was it something that could ever fall into the hands of an ordinary person.
In that moment, now calmer, he finally picked up on the auras of everyone around him.
Doran, Alice, Evelyn, and Ethan.
He was surrounded by three third-stage warriors and a third-stage mage...
He had already lost this battle, even if he managed to kill Ethan.
"Why?" he asked, his voice hoarse and broken with pain.
"Because I am a greedy man. I recognize your talent, and also your son's talent."
Ethan spoke coldly, his narrowed eyes fixed on Aerick's.
"Don't force me to break down those gates and conquer Windmere with blood."
"Drink this potion, heal yourself, and swear eternal loyalty to me."
Aerick hesitated.
He didn't want that.
He didn't want to become a mere servant.
