“Have you ever longed for the gift of flight?” Grendel inquired, his gaze sweeping over us all, his tone both whimsical and enigmatic.
“What sorcery have you wrought upon us, Grendel?” Garrett cried out, his voice edged with mounting dread. Even as he spoke, the effects of the potion began to take hold. A strange sensation overtook each of us; some fared poorly under its influence. Chester, in particular, succumbed to nausea, and to our dismay, he retched while suspended in midair—a most revolting spectacle.
“I have granted you naught but the experience of a lifetime,” Grendel cackled, his laughter echoing madly through the chamber. In that moment, I beheld a sight both wondrous and horrifying: his head seemed to split and refract into a swirling rainbow, the colors spinning round the ro
