The rhythmic bubbling of mana liquid filled the alchemy lab with a steady hum. Blue light pulsed from the runic equipment lining the marble counters, bathing the room in a soft, crystalline glow. Rows of vials, powders, and glass flasks stood in organized chaos, precisely the kind of order that only Aurora could maintain.
She stood over a brewing cauldron with her eyes sharp and movements exact.
Every motion carried the grace of practice and the confidence of mastery. The potion before her was no ordinary brew; its core shimmered with refined manacite extract, a volatile compound mined from the residue of overcharged mana cores deep beneath the earth.
Long ago, dwarves discovered that certain subterranean minerals had a unique property: they absorbed ambient mana from the world itself.
Over many thousands of years, their dull stone hearts turned a luminous blue, dense with crystallized magic.
