Leafheart frowned deeply as she looked at the ingredients before her. Which one was she going to have to use this time? Which one had she not used often? What pill could she make?
As someone suffering from creation fatigue and unaware of it, she tried to force her way through the new idea. She wanted it to happen, and she was going to make it happen.
However, even as she tried to think of new recipes, she couldn't come up with any idea at all. Why was it that she couldn't think of anything?
Surely, there was something she could make? She couldn't have run out of every idea that was out there.
She looked around, trying to find inspiration in the mundane, but that wasn't possible here. All around her were just barriers that didn't let her see anything.
The only thing she was allowed to see was the timer in the sky and how it said that she was already four hours into the round. While over an hour had been lost because of Faithseeker, she couldn't complain.
