>>725721You lunge forward, a sudden blur of motion, snatching the vial from the alchemist's trembling hand. Master Elmswick lets out a startled yelp, his eyes widening in pure terror as you attempt to shove the glass to his lips. He struggles fiercely, surprisingly strong for his wiry frame, flailing his arms and twisting his body. With a desperate shove, he pushes you back, sending you stumbling. The "Draft of Quick Thoughts" slips from your grasp, hitting the stone floor with a sharp *clink* and shattering, its luminous liquid seeping into the cracks. Elmswick scrambles backwards, pressing himself against a shelf of glowing reagents, his breath coming in ragged gasps, eyes darting towards the door. "Help! Guards!" he shrieks, his voice cracking with fear, his gaze fixed on you like a cornered animal.
You fix your gaze on the cowering alchemist, a potent wave of psychic energy surging through you, fueled by your Psychically Energized state. You reach out, not with hands, but with pure will, intending to unravel his very essence, to transform him into… something unquantifiable, 'inferred.' But the task of altering a living, conscious mind, even a terrified one, proves far more complex than transmuting inert matter.
Master Elmswick screams, a sound not of just fear, but of pure, mental agony. He clutches his head, his eyes rolling back as if grappling with an unseen horror. He stumbles, falling backward over an overturned stool, a jumble of glass vials crashing around him. He isn't 'inferred,' but he is certainly incapacitated, writhing on the floor, emitting broken, incoherent gibberish, utterly overwhelmed by the raw, untamed psychic force you unleashed. His cries for help intensify, morphing into a guttural, panicked wail.