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CHAPTER 25
Standing in the slightly dim room, a man was seen close to a big table with several glass-like jars, bottles, molded pots, ceramic bowls and bottles with different herbs, concoctions and mixtures seated in every one of them.
On each side of the big work chambers were some of these bottles, glass jars, molded pots, corked smaller bottles and tubes all kept at the various dents on the wall.
A certain aura emanated from the room, giving an eerie dread but the man busy grinding a concoction inside a small-looking mortar did not seem to care.
At the left corner of the chambers, thick darkness enshrouded that area completely, sending a darker vibe into the atmosphere.
His brows furrowed intensely as he stilled for a second before his hands continued what they were doing. With that one-second pause, he got a good idea of what he needed.
Suddenly the once faint footsteps ceased in their walk and the owner's breathing went still.
