Chapter 24: Ch 24: Next Step- Part 2
Fenrir had brewed several more potions since his last successful batch, but none of them made it to the market.
He sat in the dim glow of his lab, swirling a bright blue vial in his hand, the mana-infused liquid sloshing gently against the glass.
His mood, however, was anything but calm.
The chaos from earlier—the intrusion attempt, the annoyance of his undervalued potion sales, and the suffocating monotony of school—still lingered like a storm cloud over his mind.
Selling potions didn't appeal to him at the moment.
Instead, he needed something else. Something to work on.
Something that would make use of his mood and channel his irritation productively.
"A weapon,"
He muttered to himself.
The first idea that came to mind was a sword. Classic. Efficient. It suited his taste.
But as he looked around the lab, he realized there wasn't nearly enough space to install a forge or smithy, and he didn't have the raw muscle mass to work with molten metal anyway.