The room was silent.
Kyrian sat cross-legged in front of the dark metal cauldron. His eyes, now completely transformed, shone with a gray light and two pupils in the shape of dancing flames.
At that moment, he was only an apprentice alchemist before his first real challenge.
Kyrian closed his eyes for a brief instant. In his mind, the information from the books he had devoured the previous night flowed like a rushing river.
Control of the flame. Patience. Understanding of each herb.
These were the three pillars that every manual repeated tirelessly.
He opened his eyes again. The gray flame in his pupils seemed to dance with greater intensity.
Kyrian extended his right hand. From inside the spatial bag that the servant had brought, five basic herbs floated out and hovered gently in the air before him.
Thorn Herb. Sweet Root. Blue Flower. Dew Leaf. Soft Bark.
Five ingredients. All rank 1. All extremely common.
