The moment his entire body sank into the acid river, his eyes widened.
It was clear, and his vision wasn't distorted in the slightest. It was almost like he had some sort of goggles on.
Still, he felt his mana drain rapidly as it fought against the acid threatening to melt him alive.
Therefore, he didn't hesitate to guide his way through the acid river, searching for the herb with all his might.
A few minutes had passed, which soon turned into an hour, and when he had begun harboring some doubts, he saw a faint sheen underneath a rock at the far end of the acid river.
He immediately swam toward it, then lifted the rock. It was surprisingly heavy, but once the rock was lifted, he realized that his reckless efforts were worth it.
It was a tiny golden rose. Even if he wasn't exactly the best at alchemy, he knew what this herb was.
A Grade 4 Vitriol Rose.
