"What's this?" Harold looked at the bottle of bright red liquid. An urge rose from deep within him the moment he set his eyes on it.
"It's a drug," explained Carl. "If you drink it, I believe you'll be able to regain your strength, but the effects only last for about three minutes. Therefore, you either have to defeat your enemy by then, or prepare to be killed by your enemy. Do you want to give it a go?"
As they were speaking, the girl with cat ears charged toward the berserker with the sickle.
When the weapon collided with the berserker's double-headed ax, sparks flew and the impact was clearly too much for her to take. She flew backward and crashed heavily on the ground.
"Tina!" Harold's eyes bulged and he did not hesitate any longer. He grabbed the bottle from Carl's hands and down
