He warmed himself up by the campfire, waiting for the water to boil for his coffee. Once the coffee was ready, he drank it while it was still hot, letting the warmth spread through his body.
After feeling the heat energize him, his thoughts drifted to the battle with the giant scorpion earlier.
[By drinking the poison-resistance potion, your level-up will be confirmed, and the exit door will open.]
In reality, he had felt forced to drink the potion.
'What if the potion was actually poison itself, instead of a poison-resistance potion?' he wondered.
He shivered at the thought, realizing he could have died immediately after drinking it.
Putting that unsettling idea aside, his mind wandered to how his short blades had managed to control water during the fight.
The new skill allowed him to use the water as he wished—either in liquid form or ice form. This skill had been incredibly useful during the battle.
