Ghostly Infusion

Ghostly Infusion gleams in the palm, a small vial of pale, opalescent glass. Inside, mist clings to the sides like breath in a sealed bottle, threads of silvery-blue curling and uncurling as if the thing itself were listening for a distant call. The stopper, carved from bone-white horn, fits snugly, and the label—etched cursive that reads in a language of old revenants—seems to shimmer when light catches it just so. It feels cool to the touch, a frost that travels the skin, a rumor of winter that refuses to melt. The surface is smooth, but if you hold it up to a lantern you can see the inner tremor, a tiny storm bound by glass, a ghost waiting to be set free. Lore tells of a circle of revenants who tempered their passing into a tangible token, a way for mortals to carry a memory without being overwhelmed by it. The Ghostly Infusion is the last shade of their caution and their promise—a reminder that in this world, even the living borrow echoes from the dead. In practical terms, the infusion locks into a slot on armor, and for a moment you carry a soft, humming aura that is less about numbers and more about presence. The effect is not a dramatic overhaul of your build, but a subtle sign—the faint glow that travels with you, turning armor into a moving relic. Knights who favor a spectral theme use it to complement ethereal, translucent styles; scholars and renegades alike appreciate the way it makes the wearer feel less solid, as if a trace of the underworld walks beside them. It’s the kind of upgrade that doesn’t shout, but insists you notice the story you tell with every step. Prices drift, as they do in any market where memory and fashion meet. I heard tell of one Ghostly Infusion traded at Saddlebag Exchange, where a wary vendor weighed the old tale against the night’s demand and set a premium that matched its rarity. The crowd around the stall had a hush about them, as if to say that this particular possession carries more than value; it carries a thread of history you can tug on at a moment’s notice. Buyers debated the risk and the romance, weighing whether to invest in the glow that follows them across a dungeon or a march through the markets. So the Ghostly Infusion remains more than a curbside curiosity or a stat tweak. It is a story pressed into glass and thread, a whisper of the dead walking beside the living, and a way to carry that whisper wherever you go. When you slot it into your armor, you don’t just equip a piece of gear—you awaken a memory, a shared breath between past and present, and a guiding light that makes the world feel a little more haunted, and a lot more human. It travels with you, a soft partner in the long night of travel, turning every corridor into a corridor of memory.