Chapter 6: The Potion's Call
The dorm room was a sanctuary after the catacombs' horrors, its air warm with the scent of fresh laundry and Enid's lavender perfume—a stark contrast to the crypt's damp chill. Oliver sat at his desk, the violet gem heavy in his palm, its faint hum a constant reminder of Eldric's reach. The gas lamp cast a soft glow, its light dancing across the peeling wallpaper, but the room felt smaller, the shadows deeper. Oliver needed more than raw power. He needed knowledge.
I can't keep fighting blind. I'm just a hammer, and Eldric's out there with a whole toolbox.
His fingers brushed his tie, the fabric grounding him as the System stirred, its cold voice breaking the silence:
A sterile menu flared in his mind, glowing with options. His heart quickened, a spark of hope cutting through his exhaustion. A problem I can solve. Alone. He glanced at the door, half-expecting Wednesday's piercing stare, and muttered, "At least this doesn't involve knives."
Enid slipped in, her pastel sweater a burst of color against the room's muted tones. Her blue eyes were soft with concern, her fingers offering a gummy bear from a crinkling bag. "You look like you're solving calculus with your brain," she said, her voice gentle. Her smile was warm, but her fingers fidgeted—a micro-reaction of worry.
She sees too much. She sees through my jokes, through my false bravado. She sees the fear.
Oliver forced a grin, his voice light but strained. "Just… studying." The lie tasted bitter, and Enid's brows furrowed, her gaze searching his. "Sometimes you just need to let go," she said, sitting beside him, her perfume overwhelming the room's musty air. Her empathy was a lifeline, and Oliver's chest tightened, guilt mingling with gratitude. She gets it, without knowing why. She knows what it's like to be pushed, to be a disappointment in your family's eyes. He took the gummy bear, its sweetness sharp on his tongue, and nodded, his fingers tightening around the gem.
The Potion Lab materialized in his mind—a glowing space of glass vials and bubbling cauldrons, its air thick with the bitter scent of herbs and the metallic tang of magic.
The instructions were clear, but Oliver's hands shook as he followed them, his desk now cluttered with ingredients Wednesday had texted—cryptic notes about nightshade and bone dust. She's helping, but it's still on me. She's giving me the ingredients, but I have to do the cooking. He added a drop of his own blood, the prick of the needle sharp, the ritual grounding him in its pain. The potion glowed, a shimmering silver, and the System blared:
Relief washed over him, his shoulders sagging, the gem's hum softening in his hand.
He dripped the potion onto the gem, and it flared with violet light, the room's air crackling with energy. A vision hit him: a crumbling library, its shelves warped, a cloaked figure holding a glowing book, its pages pulsing with the same violet energy. The image was fleeting, a half-remembered dream. The System spoke again, its voice urgent:
Oliver's breath caught, his fingers trembling as he hid the gem in his pocket. A time limit. Great. Just what I needed. The vision's weight settled in his gut, the library's image haunting him. What's the Grand Convergence? Is it a ritual? A spell? Is it something Eldric is planning, or is it something bigger than him?
Enid stood to leave, her eyes lingering on him, her smile soft but strained. "You okay?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her fingers twisting her sweater's hem. Oliver nodded, the lie heavy, but her gaze held a quiet understanding. She hugged him, her warmth a fleeting anchor, and left for her family, the door clicking shut. The room's silence pressed in, the lavender scent fading, and the System blared:
Oliver's heart raced, the gem's hum a reminder of his new role. I'm a Host, with a Sanctuary to protect. The path is clear, but the cost is unknown. The dorm's shadows seemed to watch him, waiting.
Enid's Internal Monologue:
"I'm so worried about him. He's always tense, always twitching his hands, like he's ready for a fight. He tries to hide it with jokes, but I can see it in his eyes. He's scared. I just… I don't know what to do. He's so different from the other students, and I want to help him, but I don't know how. The air in our room feels… weird sometimes. Like there's a storm brewing, but there's no rain. When he held that gem, it felt wrong. It felt like Wednesday's magic, but colder, more dangerous. I just want him to be okay. I want him to be happy here, to feel safe. But he's not. He's hiding something, and I'm afraid that one day, it's going to break him. My family's always talking about my wolf, about how I need to embrace my nature, but what if his nature is just… being a mess? I'll be here for him no matter what. He's my friend, and that's what matters."
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