Chapitre 85: The Antidote (Part 1)

Inside the tent designated for alchemists, an individual stood before a table laden with carefully chosen herbs. Clutching an empty vial, he glanced at the table, accompanied by the watchful gazes of two figures behind him.

Placing the vial on the table, he donned protective gear, covering his nose with a cloth. Approaching the Virus-infected patient on the central table, he wielded a specialized needle. Carefully puncturing the blister, he collected the purplish liquid within. Depositing the tainted fluid into the vial, he sealed it purposefully. Closing his eyes, he delved into the sample, his mana interweaving with the mixture. A void-colored glow enveloped his hands as he skillfully manipulated his mana.