Wilbur Watley was an Eldritch Wizard who walked between secrecy and reality. He had the face of a goat, coarse, curly hair, sallow skin, and tentacles and a tail growing from his lower body.
Of course, compared with his strange appearance, he was better known for the mark in his bloodline—rumor had it that his father was Yog-Sothoth, one of the most powerful Outer Gods in the depths of the Starry Sky.
Yog-Sothoth's most famous title was "All-Knowing, All-Seeing." Though that title was somewhat exaggerated for legendary Wizards and above, it was entirely accurate for ordinary people and Low-level Wizards.
It was truly surprising that Rat Immortal had produced a potion concocted by Wilbur.
"Does it contain Wilbur's blood?" The Wanderer Wizard stared curiously at the bubbles resembling "eyeballs" on the glass wall of the bottle and muttered, "I heard he was bitten by a pack of mad dogs. There isn't any lingering poison in his blood, is there..."
"It's Wilbur's younger brother's blood," Rat Immortal corrected. "Wilbur merely used the ancient notes passed down by the Waterley Family to brew this potion. I paid a heavy price to get it... None of that is important... Are you using it or not?"
There was obvious irritation in its final sentence.
The other three Wizards immediately accepted the advice, took the narrow-necked bottles, and each placed a drop of potion onto their eyelids.
When they looked around again, the entire world had changed.
The formerly cold and dry mountain climate vanished in an instant. The sky overhead darkened, and the afterglow of the setting sun turned scarlet, as though blood were surging across the horizon.
Some fragile dimensions collapsed in such an environment.
Fleeting images flashed by, fragmented scenes sliding past the Wizards. No one tried to reach out and grasp