Allen returned to the Meditation Room.
The dark gold lead box opened, revealing a Crystal Tube containing the "Astral Spring" resting quietly on a velvet cushion. It didn't look like anything special.
But the moment he uncorked it, the mere wisp of aura that escaped sent a violent ripple through Allen's Sea of Spirit.
It was like something had tickled him from the depths of his soul.
"Such a potent effect."
The Astral Spring, as its name suggested, came from the Astral Plane. It was a natural wonder that was even somewhat effective for Second-level Wizards.
He tilted his head back and drank it all.
There was no burning sensation, nor any sweetness.
The instant the potion went down his throat, it transformed into an indescribable sense of ethereality that shot straight to his brain.
It felt as if a hand had plucked his soul from his body and tossed it into a zero-gravity sea of stars.
"Jarvis, monitor my vitals and cerebral data."
