The moment Athena noticed the appearance of a dozen more bottles in her room, a strange sense of unease settled over her.
Unlike the first time, there was no letter, no explanation, no indication of who, or what, had left them.
She picked up one of the bottles, its liquid swirling in an unnatural way, as if it were alive. The others were different colors, each glowing faintly under the dim lights of her villa.
Instead of drinking or using them, she carefully placed them inside her soul space.
The pocket dimension had been expanding lately, and it no longer felt like just an empty void, it had structure now.
A small wooden table had appeared, as if waiting for her to place something important on it. The more she helped people, the stronger her soul space seemed to grow.
Yet something else had changed too. The weather had become unpredictable.
