No pain No gain
Liam approached the cauldrons with caution, his senses heightened for any traps that might have been left untouched by the devastation around them.
The first cauldron was relatively small, its surface etched with intricate patterns that seemed to dance and shift under Liam's gaze.
The second was larger, with a more imposing presence, its designs more complex and imbued with a sense of depth that suggested layers of hidden meaning.
As for what it contained… Liam let out a sigh looking at the contents. It was a red colored liquid. Probably blood from the sacrifices if he had to make a guess.
There was no sign of any flower of any sort like the other guy mentioned. Maybe the flower was already added to the mix? Just what the hell was this thing?
Liam touched the blood like liquid to examine it. But the moment his finger touched the liquid, the thing burnt him and his skin sizzled.