After Eve, Gaya and Nightmare left the castle, Michael sat in a middle of a room filled with racks. Each rack contained several rows, and each row had various herbs and ingredients. The whole room contained atleast a ton of ingredient one needed to refine thousands of pills and potions.
At that moment, Michael had an oak table before him with a bunch of ingredients and empty vials.
"My lord, here's the glass of water you asked," Azazel brought Michael a glass of hot water and placed it on the table beside the herbs.
Michael's dark flames dimly lit the already dark room. Since Azazel had a physical body, he was helping Michael by bringing the herbs needed to brew the healing potion.
"My lord, you've been brewing the healing potion for hours now. You should take a break," Azazel suggested to Michael, only to see Michael shaking his head,
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