Michael and Gaya were standing in Professor Lane's office. The office was a gloomy and dimly-lit room located adjacent to the Alchemy classroom. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars filled with slimy, revolting things, such as bits of animals and plants, floating in potions and pills of varying colors. Michael noticed there were more jars in the office than in the classroom. The office had a fireplace. In a corner, there was a cupboard containing Lane's private stock of alchemy ingredients.
Professor Lane was examining the tiny dot of dark flames hovering above Michael's pinky finger.
"This is not the Hell's flame. Is this even a primordial flame?" Professor Lane's waspish voice sounded shocked,
"What do you mean? We risked our fucking lives in that dungeon!" Gaya stomped the wooden floor beneath her feet.
Ignoring Gaya's temper tantrum, Professor Lane brought a six feet mirror to Michael,
