'Mira and the others are going to love this.'
Elion drank another mouthful, then another, watching the notifications appear with growing excitement.
[XP Gained: 50,000]
[XP Gained: 48,000]
[XP Gained: 45,000]
[XP Gained: 40,000]
His smile gradually faded.
By the time he had swallowed a dozen more mouthfuls, the gains had dropped to twenty thousand each. He drank once more to make sure, then frowned at the notification.
[XP Gained: 18,000]
"Tch. I knew it was too good to be true."
Every time he thought he had found a way to farm points, or experience in this case, diminishing returns came along to ruin it. He had almost begun imagining himself sitting beside the pool and drinking his way to becoming an Archmage.
"What is it?" Althea asked.
"The effects are getting weaker."
She nodded. "That happens with most treasures and potions that help with advancement. Otherwise, anyone wealthy enough could simply buy their way to the highest ranks."
