The alchemy workshop smelled of scorched copper, cinnamon oil, and mild panic.
Vuvi's fingers were a blur, dancing over a glowing runescreen as Raenly hovered behind her, holding a delicate filament of divine gold that pulsed faintly. Nestled in the center of the obsidian worktable lay Pip's frame. Gleaming, sleek, but still unfinished.
His divine crystal hovered above the open cavity in his chest, spinning slowly as waves of shimmering energy curled outward like golden petals.
"We're close," Vuvi muttered. "The resonance is almost clean. Just a few more stabilizers and—"
The heavy door creaked open.
Mysa stepped in, her white robes cinched tightly around her waist, a silver tray of snacks balanced neatly in her hands. "You've both been at this for hours," she said softly. "Eat before you pass out."
Vuvi gave her a curt nod, eyes never leaving the calibration glyphs. "Thanks."
