The next morning arrived silently at the fortress of the Blood Court.
Kyrian opened his eyes as soon as the first faint rays of light passed through the narrow stone window of his room.
He had not slept much. But he also did not need to.
His body was already accustomed to short periods of rest. Since he had entered the path of cultivation, the common fatigue of normal people had become something distant.
Kyrian slowly sat up in bed. His gaze fell upon the books stacked beside him.
Five basic alchemy manuals. During the previous night, he had devoured every one of them. The information was all engraved in his mind.
He stretched his shoulders slightly, feeling the joints loosen, then raised his hand. A soft glow passed through the air.
The books disappeared one by one, being stored again inside his spatial ring.
Kyrian remained silent for a brief moment. Then he made a decision. He needed a cauldron.
