Looking at Skyrge, Skynder had a feeling that he was similar to him in a way, the only difference being their pursuits in life.
Skyrge buried himself into books, while Skynder had found an interest in science.
"I heard that you've begun to study science." Skyrge ntioned.
Skynder nodded as he walked around and looked for books to read.
"Did you know there is another na for science?" Skyrge asked.
Skynder shook his head.
"It is also known as comprehending the Universe."
Skynder stopped looking for books and turned to Skyrge.
"Don't be confused by its current na. It is not limited by the world, but by imagination. If you fully understand science, then it ans you have fully understood the universe."
Skynder sighed. "Your thoughts are still deeper than mine, brother."
"You can fool others, but you can't fool ." Skyrge said without looking up from his book.
Skynder laughed and picked out a book. For around an hour, he read it. However, he had school tomorrow and soon put it down.
Skyrge did not leave. Whether he was going to sleep in here or just stay later, Skynder did not know.
The next morning, Skynder once again got up and rode in a carriage to school. Like always, school went by without surprises, and the fun part ca after. Once again sending lly out of the room, Skynder began to increase his immunity to his poison.
He continued to go up in doses, slowly reaching incredible amounts.
The day passed, and the one after that, and the one after that.
Finally, a week passed since he first started to increase his immunity.
Today, he stood in front of a cauldron. He heated it up and added the corpse of a poisonous mosquito species, the corpse of a poisonous butterfly species, and the blood of a poisonous frog.
Everything began to mix into each other, releasing a mist.
Skynder looked down, acting as if the mist wasn't there. He inhaled the mist, but no matter how much ti passed, nothing happened to him.
He had beco immune to his poison.
As the mixture continued to heat up and mix, the mist beca darker and darker. At so point Skynder began to feel a tingle.
Skynder smiled. His poison had been deadly before, but in actuality, it had not even been finished.
Eventually, as he finished, a drop of blood ca out from his nose.
His throat started to hurt a little, but he had long gotten used to the pain.
He collected the poison in the cauldron, which amounted to a total of two vials. As the process had gone on, the amount of poison continued to lessen.
When he spilled the cauldron the first ti, there was about ten vials worth of poison in total. But now, the complete poison amounted to only 2 vials.
Skynder put them in a tightly closed box and kept them on his person.
No matter what happened, he now felt as if he had an absolute defense.
However, this was not the end of his poison creating experints. This rely marked the beginning.
One only needed to make a single successful poison to be considered a master, but to beco the absolute greatest, far more than that was necessary.
Skynder had plenty of materials, and after experinting so much, he felt that his understanding of poison was deeper.
After all, it had taken multiple attempts to create his first poison.
With his new knowledge, he had a new combination in mind.
Bark from the rot tree, the withered corpse of a non-poisonous swamp animal that had been killed by poison after entering, in this case the common grey bird, and finally the mud of the poisonous swamp itself.
For so reason, he felt as if this combination would be successful.
He put all of it into the cauldron and began to mix it. He first added the mud of the poisonous swamp. It would be hard to make the other stuff a liquid otherwise.
Next, after the mud was boiling, he added the bark from the rot tree, a tree which, after existing in the poisonous swamp for several years, had corroded to the point of near death. Yet sohow, this species of tree had evolved to survive in this near death state for as long as normal trees outside of the poisonous swamp.
He crushed the bark into pieces and let it fall into the mud. Naturally, as he did this, he took notes of the amounts added.
Before he added the withered corpse of the grey bird, he noticed sothing was off. Before, he wouldn't have noticed it, but after successfully creating a poison, he was able to at least have a feeling that sothing was wrong.
He waited a few more monts, and the mixture suddenly started to turn dark.
Anyone would be able to tell that this attempt had failed. The amounts he had put in were not right.
If he had to make a guess, he would add more of the bark.
So he did just that. Luckily, the bark from the rot tree was one of the cheaper materials. However, he did not have an infinite amount.
Skynder added 1.5 tis the amount of bark this ti.
The mixture seed stable, though it had changed color a bit. This was expected.
Finally, Skynder threw in the entire withered corpse of a grey bird, which had died after entering the poisonous swamp.
As it entered, the mixture turned black, but not the black of failure. It was the black of death.
A horrible sll was released as the withered corpse mixed into the bark and the mud.
Skynder had taken out the bones and the beak before, which allowed everything to dissolve.
After a while, Skynder took the cauldron off of the heat and began to study the concoction while it was still hot.
He first slled it, but it did not seem to have any effect. He wasn't sure if it was even successful, but he began to scoop so up into a glass vial.
As the glass vial entered the concoction, Skynder heard a distinct sizzling sound.
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