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I spent quite some time pondering whether I could control the power granted by the Potion of Allure. No matter how hard I tried, though, I couldn’t find an answer. I considered it a power, but in truth, there wasn’t anything tangible to manipulate. If it had been a form of mana I could sense and guide, I probably could have grasped it.0

However, despite being crafted by a god, the potion contained no trace of divinity.0

It appears to quite literally just be a basic mixture of ingredients without a special brewing process.0

Even when I heightened my senses to their utmost, I felt nothing out of the ordinary. My newfound “ability” was as natural and elusive as the wind itself, something that existed but was impossible to seize.0

I couldn’t tell whether it worked like pheromones or some other unknown mechanism. I wasn’t capable of consciously regulating my cells, nor did I have the knowledge to understand such minute workings.0

Eventually, I decided it wasn’t worth wasting my time on. If I truly wanted to know, I could always ask the god who had given it to me.0

When I first received it, I wasn’t in the right state of mind.0

Although I had asked what it was, the god had only smiled in response. There had been too many others...0