Gulp, gulp, gulp!
I chugged the potion in one go, feeling the cool liquid rush down my throat.
Almost immediately, a refreshing sensation spread through my body, like ice water flowing through my veins.
My limbs felt lighter, the soreness easing away bit by bit.
Instinctively, my eyes snapped to my right hand.
"Phew..."
I let out a breath of relief.
It had grown back.
Fingers, palm, everything—perfectly restored.
But something was off.
Right in the center of my palm, a strange symbol had appeared.
A black moon.
Completely filled-in, like a solid shadow.
Weird.
Was this because my soul had finally fused with Aestrea's?
I wasn't sure where exactly the whole Moon Goddess thing came from, but one thing was certain—Aestrea had always been obsessed with the moon.
Every night, without fail, before sleeping, he'd stare up at it.
His gaze was warm, thoughtful, almost... longing. Then he'd close his eyes as if trying to feel something beyond what was visible.
