Apothecary lab.
Under the brilliant firelight of wall lamps, Ivan drained a small glass bottle in one gulp.
The next second, he found himself in a gloomy space, filled with swirling dust. Several figures burst through the dust and approached him. He could see that they were wearing neat priest black robes with cowled hoods revealing heads with two horns, and faces with beastly pupils and sharp fangs.
These figures had their claws bared, uttering venomous curses as they tried to grab at him.
Seeing this, Ivan frowned and waved his hand to send a burst of spiritual power sweeping through, shattering the figures.
"How exactly are magic stones formed, and why are there always these monstrous figures with such intense hatred?" He was no longer a newbie to consuming Magic Stone Water, understanding that the illusions originated from the raw material—the magic stone itself.
