Chapter 38

Kyle spent the next hour and a half stripping the garden and the cave of every useful thing he had cultivated or discovered. He worked with a frantic, methodical energy, digging up the remaining silver mushrooms with his bare hands and stuffing them into the [Grand Apothecary's Amulet of Storing]. The spatial storage felt like a bottomless pit, swallowing the bundles of herbs, the leftover vials of toxic sludge, and even the sharpened black spikes he had salvaged. When the last of the flora...