Villain Ch 1103. Fire's Supposed To Be Your Thing
Bella pulled out a couple of potions from her inventory, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, I'd rather not get singed to death before I can even cast my skills." She downed the first potion in one gulp, grimacing at the taste. "Ugh, these things always taste like bad cough syrup."
"Better than feeling the burn of that Inferno Burst again, though," Shea said in a half-joking tone as she uncorked her high elixir. She took a small sip and made a face, clearly disgusted by the bitter aftertaste. "Why do these things taste like someone ground up a bunch of burnt herbs?"
Bella chuckled from her spot on a nearby rock, already halfway through her own potion. "Yeah, I've wondered that too. You'd think with all the magic in the world, they'd at least make them taste like, I don't know, berries or something."