Amidst enthusiastic cheers, they arrived at the inner citadel of the High Citadel, where Arad was waiting with open arms to welcome Arina, Isabel, Sun, and Balzac.

“Welcome back, heroes! Lenslet! Rune Lenslet!”

Arad greeted them with an exaggerated flair, then took out four bottles he had prepared.

The potions had a color resembling milk.

“I’ve heard the venom of the White Serpent Jormungandr is formidable. So, I prepared an antidote just in case.”

Arina, who had been staring silently at the antidote Arad offered, was the first to reach out.

“Do I just drink it?”

“Yes, that's right.”

“Thank …