Terraria Obsidian Skin Potion Novels & Stories

“My fellow friends!” At that moment, the voice from before boomed once more. “There are many providences on Planet Desolation. Now, the first major providence has appeared in a five-color pond on a mountain. In the pond, there is a rare Five-color Holy Water. By soaking in the pond, your physical strength will increase by leaps and bounds! The Five-color Holy Pond is extremely rare, so please do not let this opportunity go to waste. Only a single living being can obtain the resource.”

So cute. From what I could see, it seemed like the potion had worked well. Her face had had a few little scars that refused to heal from the bites of those devil bugs, but they were gone like they were never there before. Her skin almost looked like it was glowing. The rest of her body was submerged in the water, which had a thick dark blue and purple that obscured the rest of her—thankfully, so I wouldn’t have any lewd thoughts—so I couldn’t confirm if the same had happened. But I was sure it had. Liana wouldn't lie to us. “Arielle,” I whispered, softly tapping her cheek.

She communicates with them through signs, asking, "What sort of potions are you looking for?" Trent's mind races with thoughts, considering the possibilities of the potions and their potential usefulness in their perilous journey through Aqualearia. Trent signs back to the mermaid, "I need guardian venom, raw, and antivenom. Are there any other potions you would suggest? We are on a journey, and we will be passing the Atlantic Oceanus when we leave Watch Point."

"The Absolute Frost doesn't just touch the surface, Elara. It tries to claim the marrow. You’re lucky your blood didn't turn to glass." He lifted me out of the water, my soaked garments heavy and cold against the sudden warmth of the air. He carried me to a low stone dais covered in thick, charcoal-grey furs. He laid me down with a reverence that made my throat ache, his eyes never leaving mine. The molten gold in his irises was no longer burning with rage; it was clouded with a deep, aching exhaustion that mirrored my own. He reached for a small obsidian bowl on a nearby pedestal. Inside was a thick, iridescent salve made of crushed sun-stones and the oil of the Fire-Fern—plants that grew o

She took a moment to calm her racing heart, letting the adrenaline fade, before scanning the forest floor. "Sisri Leaves for skin regeneration," Sua murmured, plucking the green shoots and dropping them into her pouch. "Pakaya Tongue to purge the scars, and Itun Fruit to brighten the complexion. Perfect." With these ingredients, the corrosive poison ruining her skin would soon be a memory. But as she reached for another fern, a low, rumbling growl vibrated through the soles of her shoes. Sua froze. Her blood turned to ice. Slowly, she turned around.

The violet light from his eyes pierced the gloom, revealing the prize we had come for. Hidden behind a waterfall of corrupted, black water was a massive, ancient Ziggurat made of seamless obsidian. It was pulsing with a heartbeat of pure anti-light. The first Tether. "Knock knock," Killian whispered.

I descend the stairs in three leaps, my bare feet catching the steel risers. The lab is dark, but the emergency chemical cells I installed decades ago still glow with a faint, translucent violet light. I move with a flawless, clinical speed, my hands knowing exactly which glass vials to grab from the titanium shelves. I snatch a jar of the concentrated, golden extract of the First Hearth’s root—the living amber of the South. I slide my obsidian claw across my own right palm, cutting a deep, clean line across the creases of my skin. I squeeze my fist over a glass mortar, letting my fresh, High Priestess blood—dense with the radioactive frequency of the sun—mix with the golden oil.

She immediately approached me, and gave me a potion. “Take it! I made you a potion, it tastes good and it's also healthy. By the way, is Akira awake? Oh yeah, I forgot to say that he wasn't in a coma, he was just badly injured, ”said Aresha while giving me a potion like water which was colored and slightly thick. "What is this? Is it safe to drink? " I asked. "Yes, of course, this will make your skin smoother and more beautiful again. You can even return to being a virgin, we vampires often drink this for the health of our skin. We also want to look like human beings, ”he replied.

"Yeah, and they don't resemble Hemilia foot size." "Dude, you are disgusting." He made a disgusted face but I scowled and hit his arms. "I've known her for years, bastard." "Whatever." He rolled his eyes and glanced at the front with narrowed eyes. "What are you seeing?" I asked, he pointed out the tree that was right in front of us. "This tree is poisoned, I can smell and see the colour from this distance." Peter declared every person here has qualities that make the work easier. I have fighting skills and strength, Peter has good eyes and nose then Hemilia is experienced in magic and observing.

I say warily. Instantly, Casper's expression is cold, detached. He even looks slightly angry. "In the cup, is a mixture of herbs meant to sedate someone. Make them drowsy and vulnerable," he tells me, looking anxious at his own words. I gasp, the cup falling from my hands. The china shatters on the ground, the contents within soaking into the carpet by my feet. He tricked me...I had allowed myself to be lured into his psychopaths home.