Cecilia had taken fifteen bottles of Four-Star Mana Potion at the beginning.
The number was almost absurd in retrospect, a quantity of magical energy that would have killed most people, or at the very least left them vibrating out of their own skin.
Perhaps Cecilia was not most people, after all.
If one bottle of Four-Star Mana Potion was enough to replenish a Black Wolf King from his near-death mana deficiency to his full capacity, a fact she had learned through harrowing experience in the real world, watching Arkai gasp back to life on a volcanic slope…
…then Cecilia, at this moment, was approximately fifteen times as strong as Prime Arkai Dawnoro.
The calculation was crude, of course. Probably inaccurate.
There were variables she had not accounted for, differences between this world and her own that she didn't fully understand. But it was enough.
And to maintain that, she had to drink more potions or pop a head-sized magic stone every three minutes.
