Chapter 6: The Potion's Call
The dorm's air was warm, heavy with fresh laundry and the faint echo of Enid's lavender perfume, a fragile shield against the catacombs' chill. Oliver sat at his desk, the violet gem's hum a constant pulse, tying to the coin and the gargoyle's green glow.
The gas lamp flickered, casting shadows across the peeling wallpaper, the floral patterns curling like secrets. The vision of the crumbling library lingered, its cloaked figure and glowing book haunting him.
I'm not a fighter. I need to understand this, not just hit it. His fingers brushed his tie, grounding him, the metallic tang lingering, linking to the Weathervane and the crypt.
The System stirred, its cold voice breaking the silence:
[SYSTEM: Objective Unlocked: Advanced Potion Analysis. Access the Sanctum's Analytical Core.]
A glowing interface flared in his mind, sterile and precise. His heart quickened, a spark of purpose cutting through the weight of the gem's hum. Knowledge, not fists. I can do this.
He muttered, "No knives, no monsters. Just me and some magic chemistry." The dorm's shadows seemed to watch, tying to the mirror's warning and the Serpent's mystery.
Enid returned, her pastel sweater bright against the gloom, her smile softer, eyes heavy with worry. She offered a gummy bear, the bag crinkling, her fingers fidgeting. "You're still at it," she said, voice gentle. "You look like you're fighting a war in your head."
She sees too much. She's not just a ray of sunshine—she's a mirror, showing me my own cracks. Oliver grinned, the effort strained. "Just… nerding out."
The lie hung heavy, and Enid's gaze softened, her empathy cutting through his facade. "You don't have to be okay all the time," she said, sitting closer, her perfume a warm contrast to the metallic tang.
Her words hit like a punch, his chest tightening. She knows what it's like to feel like you're failing. He took the gummy bear, its sweetness grounding him, and nodded, the gem's weight heavy in his pocket.
The Analytical Core materialized in his mind—a sterile lab of glowing instruments, air sharp with chemical scents and the metallic tang of magic, echoing the catacombs. The System provided a new formula, more complex, requiring precision.
[SYSTEM: Analysis Potion Formula Unlocked. Precision Required. Failure Risk: High.]
His hands steadied, guided by Wednesday's earlier texts—notes on rare herbs and crystal dust. She's a shadow, helping from a distance. He measured each ingredient, the process calming his racing thoughts, the gem's hum a constant reminder.
He added a second drop of blood, the sting sharper, tying him to the potion's ritual. The liquid glowed gold, and the System blared:
[SYSTEM: Analysis Potion Brewed. Result: Exceptional. SP Awarded: 75.]
Relief flooded him, the gem's hum softening as he dripped the potion onto it. The air crackled, and a new vision hit: the cloaked figure in the library, its face obscured, the book's pages revealing a map of Nevermore, marked with serpent symbols.
The vision faded, the System's voice urgent:
[SYSTEM: The Wandless Serpent's Artifacts Are Keys. Reunite Them Before the Grand Convergence. Seek the Creature of Insight in the Sanctuary.]
Oliver's breath caught, the map's image burning in his mind. Keys? A map? The Convergence is coming, and I'm still in the dark. The gem's hum pulsed, tying to the coin and the gargoyle, a puzzle growing clearer.
Enid watched, her eyes wide, sensing the shift. "You found something, didn't you?" she asked, voice soft, fingers twisting her sweater.
Oliver nodded, the lie easier now. "Just… a hunch." Her smile was warm, but her gaze held worry, her empathy a lifeline he couldn't fully grasp.
She stood, hugging him, her warmth a fleeting anchor. "You've got this," she whispered, leaving for her dorm, the door clicking shut.
The System blared:
[SYSTEM: Sanctuary Access Expanded. The Creature of Insight Awaits.]
The dorm's shadows deepened, the gem's hum a call to action. I'm a Host, chasing keys in a maze. The game's changing, and I'm playing it my way.
"Enid's my anchor, but I can't drag her into this. The System's my secret, and it's staying that way. The gem, the coin, the map—they're pieces of the Serpent, and Eldric's hunting them. The Convergence is a deadline, and I'm running out of time. Wednesday's deductions, Enid's heart—they're keeping me grounded. I'm not just a pawn anymore; I'm learning, analyzing. The Sanctuary's next, and this Creature of Insight better have answers. Nevermore's a puzzle, and I'm not failing."
"Oliver's breaking, isn't he? He's trying so hard to hide it, but I see it—his hands, his eyes, the way he holds that gem like it's a bomb. I want to help, but I'm just Enid, the girl who can't transform. My family would laugh, but Oliver doesn't. He listens. That potion, that glow—it's dangerous, like the catacombs. I feel it. He's my friend, and I'll keep him steady, even if I'm shaking too. I'll smile, fight, for him. For us."
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