With a heavy heart, Eryndor returned to the camp.
His mind was filled with thoughts about his eldritch form all along. Did he want to use it again?
Honestly, he didn't feel like it. It was way too dangerous.
However, Eryndor also felt like he shouldn't run away from it. It was a powerful form of weapon in a sense.
There were many Mystical Artifacts out there which had much worse side effects. Like losing a limb every time you use it, losing lifespan, memories, or even your personality.
Comparatively, the side effects of his eldritch form were much better. Would it change his personality for certain? Of course not, it would only happen if his will was weak.
Taking a deep breath, he entered his tent and laid down, resuming his cultivation.
After about an hour, out of boredom, he switched to learning alchemy.
He hadn't brought his cauldron with him, but that didn't stop him from looking up the theory of how to do it.
