Ms. Stillberrys POV:
Mist poured out of the cauldron, accompanied by bubbling sounds. I was brewing up a potion. "Is it almost done yet?" the ghost asked. I looked to the left. "Almost, Jonathan. Just a little longer." "I can't lose this time . . . is it possible for you to summon something else for me? I want to win this time. I want to take my place back," he spoke.
I looked up for a moment, thinking. "Yeah, sure. I might have something in mind . . ." I continued to stir the purple potion with the large, wooden spoon. "Alright, your potion is done." I took the spoon out, tapping the ends of it on the brim of the cauldron before putting it on a table behind me.
The room was very dark. The walls of my cabin were made of stone and all I had were two torches on different walls. The floor was also made out of stone. It was quite dusty though. Cobwebs sat in the corners of the ceilings, infested with spiders of all kinds. Jonathan looked around with a look of disgust.
"Do you even clean this place?" he asked. "Look, being rude isn't the best option right now. I can literally cast you back out of here and back to where you came from and you won't be able to get your revenge." "Okay, okay . . . Sorry."
I sighed. "Time for your little helper . . ."
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'~WARSICK: A Never Ending Battle~' Skephalo Edition-Book 1
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