Chapter 30

Kyle coughed as another batch of liquid turned an oily, light-sucking black. The horrendous stench of tar-like residue invaded his nostrils, thick enough to coat the back of his throat. He leaned back from the workstation, waving a hand to clear the air, but the acrid scent of failed alchemy clung to his clothes and skin. Crafting a common-rarity poison was proving to be a different beast entirely compared to the inferior toxins he'd mastered. Every attempt drained his mana at a punishing...