One peculiar wizard waddled up to Finn, grinning like he'd just pooped out enlightenment.
In his hand? A scroll—sealed with a red string and a chunky red button like it was gift-wrapped by a toddler with ADHD.
"I have a skill you can learn," the wizard said, voice dripping with mysterious importance. "The other wizards? They wanted it. Oh, they begged. But none of them could unlock it…"
Finn's eyes widened. Was this it?
A national treasure? A legendary spell?
Was he finally gonna get something OP—like a spell that makes your enemies die on command and sweet awesome harem?
His hand trembled as he took the scroll.
He gave a slow, respectful bow, whispering, "Thank you…" like he was accepting the Nobel Prize for surviving Moistvile.
Now armed with Beard Man in one hand and Mystery Scroll in the other, Finn asked, "So… how do I get the skill? Just open it?" His head tilted like a curious puppy—accidentally rubbing against Majestria's thigh as he did so.
