Without a moment's hesitation, Harley added two-thirds of the Void-Forbidden Flower to the Potion. Then she looked at the blue liquid sparkling inside the glass bottle and drank it in one gulp.
Her Spirituality kept warning her that the Potion was dangerous.
The danger wasn't great and was within tolerable limits, but it was still there.
That was normal, though. Sequence Potions were poisons in their own right.
After drinking one, success meant advancing to the next Sequence; failure meant falling into madness, or even dying.
Harley hadn't brewed a Sequence Potion, but merely a similar Potion. She intended to use the principle of Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics to strip away the Beyonder Characteristic sealing her own.
Still, this Potion was much like a Sequence Potion. If an ordinary person drank it and was lucky enough not to die, they might gain all sorts of strange Beyonder Abilities.
Of course, the odds of that happening were very low.
Soon, the familiar agony struck again. Waves of pain surged through her, as if they were tearing her soul apart.
This time, however, Harley had prepared herself. She collapsed onto the bed that the Room of Requirement had conjured.
She bit down hard on the Spider Silk she'd prepared in advance to ease the pain.
The agony came quickly and passed just as fast. She had the powerful aggregation effect of the Void-Forbidden Flower to thank for sparing her much of the torment.
Ten minutes later, the pain had vanished completely. Harley managed to climb off the bed, drenched in cold sweat.
Her clothes were soaked through, and a person-shaped imprint remained on the bed.
Luckily, she'd left her robes on the chair beside it. Otherwise, she might not have had a jacket to wear tomorrow.
Though exhausted and weak, Harley made