Chapter 100 - Leaving for the Assembly

Lucas spent the entire following day immersed in the art of alchemy. His chamber had been transformed into a quiet laboratory, faint with the smell of crushed herbs, mineral dust, and spiritual essences. He had drawn out old scrolls and brewing instructions, some belonging to the Alden's family, others copied from royal archives. Though he possessed the knowledge of the future, Lucas understood all too well that alchemy was a craft sharpened not through memory alone, but through patient refinement, steady hands, and countless failures. He needed to reacquaint himself with the tools, the feel of spiritual ingredients under his fingers, the way certain powders responded to Qi, and how the color of a mixture could signal perfection or disaster.