After leaving his father's study, Robert did not stay. He had a clear path ahead of him and no time to waste. He walked quickly across the compound, heading for the alchemy building at the eastern edge of the Osborn estate. Inside, lanterns cast a gentle glow on the walls, which were lined with shelves filled with jars, ores, and herbs.
He entered his private chamber, shutting the heavy wooden door behind him. The air inside was warm, carrying the faint fragrance of aged medicinal plants. With a single thought, he opened the system storage, and bundles of herbs appeared in neat stacks across the table—gleaming leaves, dried roots, and translucent stalks that shimmered faintly with spiritual energy.
Robert found his spot in front of the furnace, rolling up his sleeves as he did so. He worked with a steady hand, and the flames flickered gently from his fingertips.
