As the chaos finally died down, the air lightened and the atmosphere calmed. Zib adjusted his alchemist lab coat and took a breath, regaining what little composure he had left. Then, with a proud (and slightly nervous) nod, he turned and gestured forward.
"This way, ladies. To the potion storage."
He walked ahead with purpose, leading them through a winding corridor with metallic walls lined with pipes humming faintly with mana flow. The distant sounds of hissing steam and glowing sigils gave the place a strange fusion like old magic woven into futuristic tech.
Finally, they stopped before an enormous circular vault door... at least three meters tall. lined with shifting rings of glowing magical inscriptions. Dozens of layered arcane circles spun in slow, quiet motion, each humming with ancient security seals and high-tier enchantments.
Zib stood confidently in front of it and cleared his throat.
"Let me in."
