CH253 Fair Odds
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Josiah Kellerman, flanked by a small guard platoon, fled the battlefield after giving the order to consume the Berserk Potion.
Unlike what most Kellerman troops believed, the Berserk Potion was no miracle concoction. Far from it. This was not like the common version that merely dulled awareness and heightened bloodlust for a temporary surge of strength. No—this was something far more sinister.
This iteration was an experimental concoction, crafted by an unknown Alchemist with whom the Kellermans had secretly made contact.
Rather than blurring the user's mind, this potion pushed their combat prowess to terrifying heights for an indefinite duration—but at a crippling price. Each second of its use drained years from the user's lifespan and shattered their cultivation potential.
The longer the potion remained in effect, the greater the toll—crippling, irreversible damage that could never be undone.
