Compared to the messy desk, the laboratory was very neat and tidy, as the fight had not spread to that part of the room.
Kieran turned his attention to the various experimental beakers. There was even an older version of an alcohol burner under some dishes.
The fire had been extinguished centuries ago.
Kieran was stunned at first when he faced the scene. A bad feeling bloomed inside his heart.
He quickly started searching for the supportive potion that the diary had mentioned.
After a quick search, he saw a crystal beaker with some burned black residue inside it. According to Kieran’s analyzation of the residue, the crystal beaker must have been holding a liquid that had eventually boiled over and dried up.
"That supposingly easy potion had been destined to fail. Both of them died..."
Kieran could not help but sigh.
Magic Crystal Ball, what are the odds...