If you're in the air when the potion wears off, you fall unless you have some other means of staying aloft.
The Potion of Flying swirls in its vial, a luminous azure liquid fizzing with captured zephyrs that tug at the glass. Tilted to your lips, it floods your veins with weightless fire, lifting your body skyward on invisible currents, wind whipping through hair and clothes as clouds brush your skin. Hours later, the elixir fades mid-air, gravity's iron grip yanking you downward in a plummeting rush unless wings or spells intervene.
| # | Name | |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Concoct Potion of Flying |
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