บท 2071: Tempering

Emery had transformed one of the chambers inside Hall 120 into his apothecary room. 

Shelves lined the walls, holding jars of rare herbs, vials of potent essences, and various alchemical ingredients. The air was heavy with the scent of crushed leaves, floral essences, and exotic spices, creating an atmosphere both invigorating and calming.

In the center of the room stood two imposing cauldrons, each bubbling with boiling liquid, their surfaces shimmering with magical energy. One cauldron held a lustrous, silver liquid that seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance. The other contained a viscous, dark substance that emitted a pungent, unpleasant scent.

Emery moved with practiced precision, tending to the cauldrons with careful attention, and after several hours of meticulous work, Emery's efforts finally bore fruit. With a slight smile of satisfaction, he announced, "It's ready."