" Careful it is extremely volatile; if it breaks, it'll explode," Flogga said, her voice losing all its usual rough humor.
What...then why hand it over to me?
I accepted the flask with both hands, careful, slow, almost ceremonial. The moment it settled into my palms, I felt a heat radiating through the clay, not burning, just a steady warmth that told me something inside was very much alive. When I tilted it even slightly, a thin hiss escaped from the interior, like the mixture was irritated I'd moved it at all.
That sound alone made every instinct in my body tighten.
I didn't waste time guessing.
I activated [Analyze], letting the system give me the truth before my imagination painted something worse.
The description unfolded.
[Blazeburst Flask]
