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In the heart of the bustling alchemy room, Kent stood in the air beside the imposing central cauldron, its contents bubbling and hissing as he added the ingredients one by one for the first of the nine poisons to the mix.
The first poison, known as Visha, was a dark, viscous liquid that glowed with an eerie green light. The smell of poison is intoxicating the women who are around to witness the spectacle.
After half an hour of careful brewing, Kent poured the Visha poison into a separate small cauldron pot with a steady flow, the liquid hissing and bubbling as it touched the other cauldron pot.
With a quick call, he summoned Soya, his wife, who brought him the herbs, which he listed out before preparing the potion brewing. Already, more than a hundred physical arrows, which contain a phoenix feather at the end, were lying around the corner, as Kent asked for.
After collecting the herbs from Soya, he again listed a large number of rare herbs. Soya took a few more servant ladies along with her to the clan treasury to bring out the herbs listed by Kent.
The second poison, Sura, was a volatile concoction that sizzled and spat as it hit the cauldron. Kent added each ingredient to it slowly, careful not to explode all together. As it brewed on a high phoenix flame, the liquid turned a deep, sinister red, its color almost hypnotic in its intensity.
He moved the Sura poison to a different cauldron pot and began preparing the large cauldron for the next poison. Taking the herbs from Soya, who is gasping for air because of the speed run, Kent began brewing the third spell after listing the next set of herbs to Soya.
The third poison, Datura, was a powder that Kent sprinkled into the cauldron with a delicate hand. As it touched the herbal liquid, it formed swirling patterns, like a dark, twisted dance unfolding before their eyes. All the curious women stood around, their eyes never leaving Kent, they were murmuring in a whispering tone while hiding their smile with their palms.
The process continued, and Kent lost himself in potion-brewing. He completely forgot about the people around him. He is only calling Soya often for the required herbs.
The fourth poison, Langali, was a thick paste that Kent took out of the cauldron with a grim look on his face. The paste hissed and bubbled, releasing a noxious odor that filled the room. The onlooking ladies gasped in awe, their eyes wide with wonder at his skill in handling such dangerous poison.
As Kent continued to brew each poison, the cauldron bubbled and churned, its contents taking on new and terrifying forms. With each addition, Kent stirred the mix with aura force, his movements slow and deliberate, as if conducting a symphony of death.
Finally, as the last poison was added, the cauldron let out a final, deafening roar, its contents reaching a boiling point. With a swift motion, Kent transferred the deadly potion into nine different cauldrons, each prepared with care and precision.
The fifth poison, Mandala, the sixth, Karaveera, the seventh, Arka, the eighth, Kupilu, and the ninth, Karanja, were brewed in order.
As the last cauldron pot was filled with 9th Karanja poison, the room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Kent got down after extinguishing the phoenix flames, his work half complete, and surveyed the nine pots with a satisfied smile. The onlookers broke into applause with laughter, their admiration for Kent’s skill evident in their eyes.
After taking a long look at the nine poison cauldron pots, Kent stretched his hands and gestured for Soya to bring the physical arrows to him.
With the help of more than ten servants, Soya carried those heavy metal arrows with phoenix feather ends to Kent. Each servant carried a few arrows and stood in line around the nine cauldron pots as Kent gestured.
Kent picked one arrow and removed the phoenix feather from it. Pouring his aura into the feather end, Kent took the arrows from Soya’s hands and began inscribing each arrow with an intricate pattern.
With wonder and confusion, Soya who stood beside him, closely observing his every action. After inscribing more than 10 arrows with a particular pattern, Kent placed those arrows in the cauldron pot, which contains the Visha poison.
After that, he moved to the next cauldron and inscribed a different pattern onto these arrows. Soya, taking arrows from the servants, continued to serve Kent by his side. Her gaze is darting between Kent’s face and his action.
She felt more drawn towards Kent as she felt mesmerized by his actions and focused gaze. On the other hand, Kent was completely engrossed in submerging the physical arrows into poison by drawing the patterns mentioned in the Tome of Destruction and Restoration.
Based on the amount of poison, nature of poison, potency, reaction, and time delay, Kent increased and decreased the number of poison arrows required.
It became pitch dark by the time Kent submerged all the number of required arrows in the nine poison cauldrons and wrapped each cauldron pot with tight sealing cloth.
Before leaving the alchemy room, he warned every one of them to stay away from those nine cauldron pots and specifically instructed them not to use the central large cauldron to brew spells.
Holding Kent’s hand, Soya intimately walked close to him and dragged him to a private room where servants prepared a delicious feast for them. She asked every servant to leave, personally served the plate with delicious food, and sat before Kent.
While exhausted Kent sat back on a comfortable, large, soft bed, Soya began feeding him with her own hands.
“Why aren’t you eating?” Kent asked while moving close to her.
“I can only eat after you. If your mother finds that I ate before you, she might find another lady for you in place of me.” Soya replied with a shy smile before placing a small firefruit in his mouth.
“Even if my mother finds a hundred women for me, they won’t be as beautiful as you.” Kent replied while placing both hands around her waist.
Soya began giggling as she felt hot breath on her neck.
_Your’s PeterPan_
