Brewing Salvation"            

"Maya, craft the masks immediately!" Eclipse instructed. "Also, use [Appraisal] on the sickness and brew the antidote!"

On the castle battlement, Maya clicked her tongue and growled while immediately equipping an accessory mask on her face. "Maya this. Maya that. I'm not paid enough to be doing all this work!"

But she got right into it and made a simple mask using the materials available to her, but she could only make so much with what she had.

"The masks wouldn't be enough for everyone!" Maya shouted.

"How many can you make?" Eclipse asked back.

A bead of sweat trickled down Maya's cheek. "Only ten . . ."

"What?" Eclipse asked back. 

"Ten . . ." Maya gritted her teeth, taking a deep breath before exclaiming, "Just ten!"

"Ten?" Eclipse momentarily paused, visibly shaken.