Shaking his head at the weird garden, he went back through the cave and into the fourth room. This one was like an old laboratory. Not the modern kind, but the 1600s-mad-scientist kind. It looked like a dream come true for an insane chemist.
There were mortars and pestles, alembics, and a slew of other tools and materials. In the room were also open barrels with what seemed like water. Off to the side were closed cabinets that couldn’t be opened either due to a barrier.
As he made his way out of the room toward the next, he wondered what exactly the system wanted him to do. No challenge had been presented, and no way forward had made itself known. This place seemed more like a living quarter than any kind of testing facility. Maybe the challenge is to find the challenge?
Opening the fif
