บท 1670: Final Potion

The conclusive stage had finally arrived.

Maksin, a renowned figure hailing from Canta city, was the first to put his work on display. He exuded an air of confidence as he strutted towards the stage, a tightly gripped vial clutched in his hand. This dark green potion, birthed from the annihilation of several mutated creatures, glinted mysteriously under the radiant lights of the competition ground. When he revealed his creation for the world to witness, a triumphant grin swept across his face.

[Potency Strength: 33%]

[Failure to cleanse Toxin]

"Genius at work!" Spectators couldn't help but yell out in admiration, their awe-filled cries further inflating Maksin's already high-held ego. However, the emergence of a rival talent soon replaced his triumphant smile with a grimace.

Liandrin, a respected female apothecarist with a reputation as refined as her potions, stepped onto the stage. The vial she presented was an evident challenge to Maksin's work.