Chapter 12
“Uncontrollable Wit”
Zibah and Jasmine
exchanged a nervous glance as Clinton approached them, the vial of dark liquid held menacingly in his hand. Ariana's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, her voice dripping with sinister intent.
"The initiation begins now," she declared, her words echoing off the cold stone walls. "Drink this potion, and you will be granted unimaginable power and creativity. Refuse, and... well, let us just say the consequences will be... enlightening."
Zibah's hand instinctively went to her sword, but Jasmine stayed her arm, her eyes locked on the vial. "Wait," she whispered urgently. "We need to think this through."
Clinton chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, come now, Zibah. Don't be shy. It's just a little... inspiration."
Zibah's eyes narrowed. "What's in that vial, Clinton? What kind of 'inspiration' are you peddling?"