Capítulo 890: The Battle's Crucible        

The weight of uncertainty pressed down upon Pamela's shoulders like a leaden cloak as she grappled with the implications of the note.

Was this potion truly meant to be a last resort, or was it merely a jest crafted by Whispera to toy with her?

A myriad of questions swirled through Pamela's mind, each one more perplexing than the last.

Had she misunderstood Whispera's intentions, or was there a deeper purpose behind the seemingly whimsical instruction?

Would she still be alive if she happened to smash that potion onto Azazel's head?

Pamela couldn't shake the image of Desira's wrath, the thought of her tearing her apart for even hurting Azazel sent a shiver down her spine.

Pamela wasn't even sure what the contents of the potion were.

What if it was something that could kill a demon or weaken them?