A Chip On The Heart

Killing the man resulted in him inheriting the experience he had from his current level progress, healing all of his wounds instantaneously, though even the exhaustion he held couldn't be subsided that easily.

Just as the dark-complexioned man's body began to fall over, he moved out of the way, walking past him without looking back–not wanting to see the results of his actions as he set his sights on the potion in the chest.

Not a word went through his mind as he picked up the potion, nearly tumbling over just from kneeling down.

…What is this? I'm so…tired, he thought.

As he attempted to stand, he couldn't find the strength to do even that as his vision flickered.

Get up. Get up. Don't waste this. Don't waste this…! He thought.

Just before his consciousness subsided, his eyes widened as a hand grabbed onto his wrist, bringing him to his feet.