Chapter 125 – Count Volgonid
Descending down the well was weird. At first, we could still see well, but the light disappeared very quickly from around us after the first two meters. It was then that I heard Herpo's voice echoing within me.
"Focus on your blood and call it forth into your eyes. But don't let it gain control! It is you who own it and not vice versa."
"It wouldn't hurt Quincy... Would it?" I asked him, and his answer was simple.
"Depends on your focus. As I said... control it. Then no, it won't hurt those who you care about, only your enemies."
With a deep breath, I tried to concentrate, and after a few moments, I could see again when I reopened my eyes. It wasn't like it was perfectly clear, not at all. Think of it like looking at a black-and-white, fuzzy image... but I could see the walls of the well and make out the chain I was holding.
"Oh, we are close to the bottom!" I exclaimed after I looked down and let the chain go, landing on my feet.
"Hoot!" Said Quincy, and weirdly, I think I understood her question.
"I think it's the basilisk blood doing its thing." I answered, subconsciously licking my lips. "Weird..."
Down here, everything was dry. This either meant there was never water here, or it dried up a long time ago. Anyway... Box... Grindelwald said there would be a box here. No matter where I looked, I couldn't see one, but it could also be because I wasn't proficient in using this sight of mine... ah, whatever!
"Close your eyes, don't get blinded!" I whispered, taking out my wand and waving it once, "Lumos!"
"Much better!" Moaned Quincy, turning back into a human, squinting as we stood at the bottom of the well. "Woah..."