The devil's breath

Ansel's lips curved up into a smirk.

Most of the ancient knowledge that he had always wanted to practice had miraculously merged together with his brain.

He didn't even have to open a book to remember the cures and treatments for anything.

Suddenly Ansel remembered that he was here for a reason.

He needed to get the devil's breath before it was too late.

Ansel walked around the shop, his eyes scanning every corner of the shelves.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree, a wide grin spreading across his features. "Bingo!" he exclaimed, the excitement evident in his voice. His eyes gleamed with triumph as he spotted the white sack containing the coveted devil’s breath.

The devil’s breath was made up of what appeared to be a cluster of purple balls, from which a spooky, smoky substance emanated. The substance was thick and hazy, adding a supernatural quality to the herb.

And that was why it was called the devil's breath. It breathed out purple smokes.

Ansel approached the devil’s breath wi