The idea of monopolizing the potion market in Dominion was almost too much to take in at once. For Marcus, it wasn't just about wealth, though that alone would be staggering. It meant faster progression, safer grinding, and a decisive advantage in any conflict that lay ahead. With something like the Super Health Potion under his control, he wouldn't just compete with other players, he would outlast them.
"Master," Alana said softly, noticing the unmistakable grin spreading across his face.
She stepped closer and slipped her arms around his neck, leaning into him with an easy, affectionate familiarity that felt both natural and deliberate.
"Since I'm not suited for fighting, would it be alright if I stayed here and focused on brewing for you?" she asked, her voice gentle but hopeful. "I want to be useful."
Marcus met her gaze, taking in the sincerity in her clear eyes. There was no hesitation in his answer.
