The potion looked like...well, a potion.
Falcon could hardly believe he had made it himself, as he stared at the bubbling, thick, brothy liquid. The color was dark green and would have been beautiful if not for the bubbles of smell bursting every two seconds.
In the dimly lit confines of their hideout, Falcon and Aurelia stood face to face with the demon they had captured—a captive of necessity, yet a source of unsolvable quandaries that plagued their quest.
The demon, restrained and veiled in the ethereal glow of enchantments, radiated a menacing aura that reverberated within the chamber. Its sinister visage, a stark contrast to the mystical restraints that held it captive, bore witness to the inherent dangers that lingered within their realm.
