7.41 - Custom Mythril Still
As Theo did with a lot of the insane crap that happened in his life, he put the message from the random voice to the back of his thoughts. Instead of worrying about it, he took it as a big thumbs-up and moved on. He then shifted his focus to Tero’gal, closing his eyes as he sat upon the throne and considered the words Toru’aun had said to him.
“The power was inside you the whole time, Theo!” he said, trying not to mock the words of an ex-god too much. Still, it was frustrating.
The alchemist lamented for a bit, but soon took a deep breath to release the tension. As he did, he felt something from the realm push back. It was a kind of recognition of his plight which brought a satisfying sense of comfort. If only the world could speak. But Theo felt as though it heard his request. Even if it didn’t want to act on that right now.
But Theo planned to take the encouragement he had received from Toru’aun seriously. He hadn’t seen his infused potions as anything but a side-step from his standard potion crafting. Yet she had seemed genuinely amazed by the way they worked. Since it took a lot to impress the woman, he took this as a good sign.
The only conclusion he could draw was that he needed to craft more infused potions. No matter how stupid the combination seemed, one could turn out to be amazing. That was the fun of combining effects.
“And I think we might have some infusion stills…”
Reserving himself to the idea of finding no solution today, Theo fell through the space between places into the void. Although he felt a slight urge to visit the system, he resisted. Conversations with it were often one-sided on their part, and it seemed eager to act with little consideration. It was best to let it continue uninterrupted for now.
A strained yelp filled Theo’s ears as he reappeared in the lab.
“You really need to teleport outside and use the door,” Salire said, clutching her chest. “What if I was doing a sensitive experiment?”