"Are these enough?"
Ronan looked at the bottles of Fire Dragon Marrow in front of him, asking Alazan.
"I only need one bottle."
Alazan replied.
Ronan broke the seal on the potion bottle in his hand and carefully poured a drop of the Fire Dragon Marrow onto his fingertip.
This liquid marrow, extracted from the legendary Fire Dragon's spine, rolled slightly on the pad of Ronan's index finger like molten gold, emanating wisps of the unique aura of a Legendary Dragon Species,
If the wizard prodigy Eremod from "Scorching Sun Throat" were here, he would probably be ecstatic.
So much Fire Dragon Marrow could elevate his Ancient Red Dragon Bloodline to an unprecedented height; of course, it might also turn him into a creature half-human, half-dragon, dominated by primal wildness.
But in any case, for any wizard, these dozens of bottles of Fire Dragon Marrow are extremely precious.
Yet now, they were just casually piled here like unwanted cabbage.
