Kwik Powder

Terry was in there siphoning all the black magic residue she had left from her magic spells and excessive experimenting done in such a small room. She threw a handful of the flowers into a big pot of boiling water, which quickly melted the flowers into a purplish liquid that tainted the entire pot of water darker. She added a pinch of a white powder from a jar labeled "kwik powder", a thick viscous thing from a jar, and stirred it until it was all blended nicely. She then filled up a few flasks full of them and put them on an ice block. Strangely, the water began simmering again but the bottom had begun developing a frost over it. He could see the water swirling around, exchanging between top and bottom. By the end, the potion was a smooth, transparent but dark purple that had been half of what she put in the flask.

She pulled the potion off with a metal stick and it instantly turned into a thick pink liquid. She held out his hand and poured a bit of the potion onto his twisted wound. The purple skin unwinded and turned back to a pale skin tone, a little paler than the parts around it. "Why is my skin lighter?"

"This potion finds and heals anything unordinary, the dark skin you have was probably from staying under the sun for too long so it counted that as abnormal and returned it back to its original state. Anyways, is that better? You can make about three of these with a handful of flowers, they can be applied to the skin for outside damages but internal damage would require some form of surgery. You would need to cut to the point of damage and apply the potion from there to the outside until all is healed."

"It feels great as if nothing happened at all. Can you teach me how to do that? What was the stuff you added?"

"It's gonna cost you extra to learn, you know? Hehe."

But as she said that Page came down and told her, "but I'm teaching you how to make three other potions, the least you can do is repay the favor."

"Tch, fine. All three of you want to learn?", they all nodded, "alright, fine. Come around. The water in this pot is mixed with the saliva of a dragon. A tiny little drop should last you 100 potions, very expensive but very worthy. The dragon saliva makes it both magical and easy to melt various materials smoothly and evenly. The white powder I used is something I call 'Kwik powder', made by myself." she looked very proud about that, "You see, it usually takes hours to boil a potion down to the point where you can move on and it's such a pain. A lot of people leave a potion to simmer and go out to buy things or just forget about it and end up exploding their house up, so I combined some random things and found it made potions boil down much faster, although it also made it a little weaker so I don't use it all the time. It's not necessary, but very helpful.

The other viscous liquid was a sort of honey from the pink beehive, very useful in adding flavor and crucial for making it possible for humans to use. Usually, when these flowers are boiled like this without the honey they can give people allergic reactions, it heals the original wound but gives most people a bunch of pink bumps." she went through all the steps, explaining all the parts of the potion making as she went along with another handful of his flowers. The three of them also went and did it one by one under the supervision of Rolas. They ended with 15 pink healing potions and she got to work on another one that could be either drunk or injected to heal internal injuries.

They only had twelve of these, each of them making it once.

Somewhere else in Melanis, the number 10 prison, the strongest, the most heavily guarded prison in the entire city full of criminals known for their heinous, terrible crimes even for Melanis. The doors had suddenly popped open, to the surprise of all the guards and prisoners. The handcuffs and leg cuffs holding them depowered with a beep and the laser guns on the walls shut down. Prisoners got up and cautiously opened the door, thinking it might be some kind of trap. After noticing how surprised the guards were, one by one the prisoners swung the doors open and charged out. The guards had tried to get the prisoners back in the cells using their manual guns but before they could shoot even a few bullets, they were overpowered. Two prisoners were injured by the time 35 guards were down and thrown, tied up, in the cells.

They all charged to the front, hopefully escaping from the only entrance in the entire building. One of the guards, who had been spared from the attacks since they had been out of the bright orange uniform and was overlooked, was trying to take off the spare, grey prisoner uniforms in one of the staff rooms and put it on. As he was stuffing in the sleeve he heard a loud crash and angry murmuring from the escaped prisoners. One of them yelled, "what the hell man, you wanna die?! Look how many there are of us, we're gonna steamroll you, don't make me use magic!"

A few murmurs in agreement and a few chants of magic. He could hear the muffled shouts of things like, "Blockade!"

"Spiked Punch." or "Flame Pistol!"

The spells clearly flew and crashed into something and another person spoke up, "hahaha! Yeah, you're only one person and we're all criminals of the tenth prison in Melanis, you can't take us on- AAGGH." But as he finished speaking, something had hit his face and forced him to stop talking. The guard looked out, checking which guard was holding back all those prisoners but a massive body came flying at him. He jumped back into the staff room, the door locking in front of him as he watched the body fly by.

'What in the world?? Wasn't that Angry Buff? He's the heaviest guy in the prison, who could throw him like that?'

Slow footsteps and loud, worried talking came from the prisoners backing up from the slow footsteps.

The cameras had finally connected with its back up power and showed him what was going on outside. A single, shirtless, and multi-colored haired man was walking up. He was very lean but he was easily dragging along someone twice his size and weight with a single right hand. He swung the body at the retreating group, bloody bodies of prisoners sat, limp against a few walls. He swung his hand into the neck of a very muscular prisoner and not even a single drop of blood came out, his hair began falling off, his fingers dried up and his entire body was drained, becoming a husk of his former, muscular self.

The already long hair and nails on the other man grew a little longer, his body just a tiny bit taller. The body fell to the ground and he saw small black strands writhing from his fingertips. The black strands slipped back in and a much thicker one shot out from his belly, striking five people through their torsos at once and draining them all the same way. His multicolored hair, decorated with strips of black, brown, yellow, red, white, and grey.

He grew larger once again and dashed at the group of people. He bit into the necks of anyone he could, a black strand of magic coming out from his throat and striking them, wringing them out dry.

The guard noticed that the tips of the black strands were shaped like a snake's head that bit and dried out anyone it could. In the camera, the man had walked up to the door of the staff room, where the guard was holding his mouth shut, quaking. He ignored the door and continued hunting the rest of the prisoners, to the immense relief of the guard.

Rolas showed them around her place due to the constant bugging of the three. She showed them her vast collection of potions and self-made items. A bottle slime that could apparently change its color, shape, and a little bit of its size to anything the holder wanted with a bit of mana.

Zeeth prodded his own slime and made it into a large cube and then a donut.

"Guys put the slimes back, and let's get to learning. Zeeth, don't scream too loudly when I hit you. Although it wouldn't be too strange of a thing here, I just don't wanna attract too much attention."

when they all walked back out, Rolas began teaching Page and Gror the basics of black magic. Page was just refreshing on it again, after all, it had been years since he had to use the basics. he learned the easiest of black magic before, but he hadn't been especially proficient in it. Zeeth was told to stand in the center of a large circle that Rolas had drawn.