Artor drank the 'Divine Lamp Potion'.
Ellie Miller observed him nervously, "How is it?"
Artor shook his head, opened his mouth and said, "Noth..."
As soon as he made a sound, a dreamlike blue mist rose from Artor's body, gleaming with tiny platinum lights.
Artor looked like a vigilant big cat, his eyes involuntarily reverting to vertical pupils.
To answer questions related to the Divine, it can only be a species of a higher level than the Divine.
The mist gathered into a round blue sphere.
This sphere was as big as a volleyball, moving left and right, and like a blooming flower, it opened with two 'pop' sounds to reveal two fleshy petals. The petals, as if made of modeling clay, stretched and pulled until they became a pair of chubby little wings.
Ellie Miller: "..." A flying meatball!
Duke: "..."
He looked at the 'meatball' fluttering in mid-air with a suspicious gaze, the word 'doubt' clearly written on his face.
