The Alchemy production building was a hive of activity—a labyrinth of glass beakers and cauldrons. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and chemicals, punctuated by the occasional whiff of something less identifiable.
Rows of machines hummed and whirred, their mechanical arms mixing ingredients in vats or measuring out liquids into tiny vials.
Despite the involvement of mana in the production process, the machinery seemed to handle it with ease, as if it had been designed for the purpose.
Alchemists in white lab coats scurried from station to station, monitoring the reactions and jotting down notes in their journals.
Erik and Noah, both masked to conceal their identities, walked through the facility, their eyes scanning the operations.
Workers, also masked and wearing protective gear, moved from station to station, monitoring the machines and occasionally adjusting settings on the control panels.