Behind Fortress Seven, about fifteen kilometers away, is an area that has been temporarily flattened out as a "rest area."
Calling it a rest area is a bit generous. There's no tent cover here, only a piece of grayish-white land pressurized by alchemy and thousands of randomly placed metal recliners crafted using alchemy.
Jeming is sitting on one of these recliners.
He holds a warm glass of potion, emitting a faint green glow.
With a dazed expression, Benjamin looks at the sky for a moment, instinctively blowing on the warm magic potion, then sipping it like tea.
[Soul Spring], a third level magic potion, primarily used to calm souls agitated by excessive spiritual power consumption, aiding in the stabilization of the Sea of Spirit.
It tastes like mint mixed with rust, not particularly pleasant, but after drinking it, a refreshing sensation does spread through the mind.
