Tending to a stranger

Draven lay sprawled on the sandy shore, his condition dire. His right eye was a gaping void, and blood oozed steadily from the grievous wound in his gut. Despite the tranquil appearance of the small island, storm clouds loomed ominously overhead, and the sea raged with fury, contrasting starkly with the idyllic surroundings.

"Shit, shit, shit…" Margoth's voice reverberated with panic as he watched over Draven's battered form.

"System, give me a healing potion!" Margoth's demand was laced with desperation as he directed it at the unyielding system.

[The host lacks the required Legendary points to buy a healing potion], the system responded mechanically, frustrating Margoth further.

"He's going to die, you moron!" Margoth's growl was futile, as the system remained unresponsive.