The Adjutant's attacks always came swiftly and without warning. The space above the quiet island warped slightly, and what looked like an ordinary shipping container was teleported into position in midair. Then came a silent explosion. Spatial distortion tore open the cube, scattering the powder inside over the island below.
The hours before dawn were the darkest part of the day, yet the crystalline mist drifting down lent the island a dreamlike color.
Su Ming had Cloak rise higher and waited quietly for the dust to settle.
Generally speaking, Voodoo Mushrooms worked better when burned and inhaled, but the advantage of Voodoo was that it could be improvised freely.
Most magical potions and alchemical products had strict procedures for both production and use. Even the slightest mistake was unacceptable.
The branch of witchcraft that had spread widely across Africa, however, was the exact opposite.
To put it bluntly, many witch doctors and shamans who used Voodoo would be considered illiterate in modern society. Asking them to memorize complicated incantations or remember countless changing hand gestures for spellcasting was plainly impossible.
Voodoo was better suited to such people. They selected the materials they needed from nature, then danced and invoked spirits. If the ancient gods they prayed to were pleased, they would naturally help activate the desired magic. It was practically automatic.
The price was rather high, but that was unavoidable. Shamanism was somewhat better, since it borrowed the power of natural elements, but Voodoo often ran close to necromancy. None of the demon gods skilled in such arts were decent beings. The most typical example was Chthon; Werewolves and Vampires could both be considered his creations.
In short, as a material, Voodoo Mushrooms did not need to be ignited. They merely had to be scattered and then inhaled.
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