With the Mist Panther far behind and no longer a threat, the Lightning Dragonfly Boat entered cruise mode, gliding steadily across the sky.
Gilgamel let out a long breath, "Alright, the danger's passed. Let's all get some rest. We'll discuss our next move after we fully recovered.."
Without further discussion, the team dispersed into their individual cabins—each of them seeking solitude to recover, reflect, or simply breathe after the chaos.
Inside his private cabin, Gilgamel sat cross-legged on the carpeted floor. He reached into his storage item and took out two glass vials—one glowing pale green, the other shimmering blue.
Without hesitation, he uncorked the healing potion and drank it in one gulp.
Warmth spread through his chest as the potion took effect. Cuts on his arms began to close, bruises faded, and the ache in his ribs lightened with every second.
