Oblivion Potion Novels & Stories

That should contain the Purifying Water which is specifically fetched from the Purity Lake located at the Cloud mist Ridge. Apothecary is a very laborious task. A single deviation will greatly affect its overall outcome. Thus it is imperative to give their complete attention to the process the whole time. Following the formula for concocting the Elixir of Oblivion, the students started to whirl into action. Soon their eyebrows become knitted together as a deep frown emerged from their face. The instruction written in the book is not complicated at all but it is highly demanding on precise control over one's action. They have to follow the instruction religiously to achieve the optimal result

He needed strength now; and there was only one way to obtain this strength. He pulled out a red potion from within his cloak. With a dep breath he undid the cork of the potion, allowing the invigorating scent of the drug to flood his senses. His eyes slowly began to turn red just by inhaling the drug, proving that it was very effective! This potion was the Berserk Potion. Aegeus had been trying his best to refrain from taking it because it was a last resort item. However, the current circumstances suggested that it was indeed time for last resort interventions.

➳ Pernwél The little cabin of Grandma Rose filled up with thick smoke, it billowed from the cauldron the moment the orb touched the contents. Our vision was obscured slightly as the orb bobbed up and down in the purplish clouds. The scrolls of the ancient artifacts had described and identified the potion we were brewing, the smoke was supposed to be this color, so that was a good sign. The journal chronicled every orb ever made, describing its uses and how to unlock what was within.

"Are we exchanging questions now?" Calix nodded. "If you like." "Okay, then." Kat braced her chin on her palms. She'd been waiting for this. "What's in the goblet? And what's that liquid you keep with you?" "This?" He carefully extracted the vial and raised it to her eye level. When she tried to get it, he retracted it with a frown. "Do not touch it. It is the extract of the nightshade berries we grow in the Underworld, which are more potent than the ones in the mortal world. The goblet contains a potion. When taken with the extract, the soul would regrow a mortal shell, a body more sensitive but more resistant than the last, designed to take and feel punishment."

A-grade healing potion. The real deal. Spark’s eyes went wide. In the Game, you lived and died by your supplies. Every player stocked healing items—for injuries, for exhaustion, for that one desperate chance to survive. The C-grade sludge she’d choked down earlier was her usual budget option. What Liam had just handed her was liquid gold. This was top-shelf. The kind of potion that cost more points than she made in a dozen Instances. The kind normal players could only dream of.

He walked over to her making her breathing stop as his mouth-watering scent graced her present her heart skipped a beat as she felt him behind her, he reached up taking the bottle with the paper. "Here you go," Lilith turn around, not meeting his eyes as she took the bottle. "Thank you." She walked around him, taking out the spell from the bottle, reading the ingredients. 1 petal from Apliorcoine flower. A pure tear from a demon and celestial 3 roots from the Canna d'Écho flower. 8 branches from Rhododendron de la Caverne tree 2 Kobold Ear 1 Siren Infusion 1 Devil Bitterweed

Every second I stood here felt like another crack in what little pride I had left. A few minutes later, she came back holding a tiny bottle. The liquid inside was dark blue, almost black. It shimmered under the lab light. “Here,” she said, handing it to me. “This is it. A solstice Thorn blend. Mythic herbs, rare roots. It’s been refined and liquefied for faster absorption. It is used to nullify all soul bonds. Even the most powerful ones." I held it up, eyeing the strange contents. “So how does this work, huh?”

Without another word, he spun around and retraced his steps, heading back the way he came. ……….. A gentle glow lit her palm as Violet conjured a pot out of thin air. She walked to the river this time, and filled the vessel to the brim. The protective flames died down the moment Violet arrived. Without hesitation, she poured the water into the bubbling brew and stepped back, her eyes fixed on the vessel. A golden shimmer ignited within the potion, swirling like liquid sunlight. The brew was prepared. Now she just had to wait for Krymath’s arrival. The scent must have reached him, and he would be here anytime soon.

The case dragged on for over a year with no progress. Owen, desperate for the truth, crossed the Enchanted Forest to the witch clans of Roaring Valley and obtained a potion that could force a person to reveal their memories. "This potion corrodes the brain. Three doses is all it takes to dredge up every memory you have." "Once it's pulled out everything, you'll be dead." "Salia, you can still tell me the truth. This is your chance." Owen stared down at me, his gaze cold. Those eyes that once held nothing but warmth and gentle laughter now held only hatred.

I stepped forward and carefully observed the surroundings. The earth here was dark gray. The trees appeared twisted and lifeless. A thin layer of pale mist drifted across the ground like wandering spirits, curling silently around the stone pillars before disappearing into the valley. Without hesitation, I uncorked one of the high-grade poison repellent potions. A faint emerald glow spread through the liquid. I drank it in one gulp. Warmth immediately spread throughout my body. The strange pressure pressing against my senses lessened considerably. “You should drink yours too,” I instructed, tossing a bottle toward him.