Faelan moved with a focused intensity that Aurelion had never seen before. He placed a few glass funnels over a low flame, carefully melting down the materials, extracting their essence.
He distilled the liquids, collecting them, and mixed them in precise ratios. Throughout the process, he added the drops of five Snow Ripper blood one by one, each drop causing the mixture to sizzle softly.
During this time, Aurelion stood to the side, a silent observer, committing every step to memory.
Finally, Faelan added the last drop of blood. The potion, a swirling mixture of crimson and murky green, bubbled violently for a moment before settling.
Faelan let out a long, slow breath. "Finally," he said, turning to Aurelion. "It's done, lad."
He stoppered the glass flask. "Let's begin before it cools too much."
Aurelion stared at the still bubbling liquid. "Are those bubbles normal?"
