Athos has always had a happy life. Loving parents, talent from birth, a bright future awaited him. But what will he do when all this is taken from him? When the world he knew is torn apart in front of his eyes? How far will he be willing to go for revenge? And what will he have to sacrifice for that? I am not the owner of the cover. If the breeder wants me to take it down, please contact me.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I won't mind remembering your name anyway, so just shut up and drink this down." Athos grumbled as he offered one of the potions to the ogre, who promptly opened it and poured the liquid into his jaws.
Skeletons had no throats and were unable to drink or consume food, but the darkness in their bones absorbed the liquid from the potions as if the ogre had consumed it.
Normal potions would have no effect on black skeletons or have their effects reduced by darkness, but the potions were made with corrupted materials and worked properly on black skeletons.
The skeletons all waited anxiously for any visible effects on the ogre's body, but there was no apparent effect.
"Did not work?" Wylver, the male wyvern, asked as he craned his neck in confusion and used death vision to analyze him, but to no avail.
"Must take a while to kick in… I guess." Athos said as confused as the others, but a cry of pain coming from the ogre cut him off.