After Eva left the room, Alaric stood up and brushed the dust off his clothes. He took a deep breath and got ready to return to his work, making new compounds and pills. Creating these mixtures was a daily part of his life, and he approached it with a calm sense of purpose.
He owed his success in alchemy to his unique ability to imagine the real world in his mind and to follow careful, instinctively learned methods. Without this gift, the process would have felt tedious and overwhelming. It wasn't just about mixing ingredients; it required attention, patience, and a special knack for understanding how things worked.
Alaric was genuinely grateful for his talent. He often wondered how far he could have gotten without it. Sometimes, he caught himself thinking about whether Old Tian would have ever noticed him if he hadn't shown such promise. These thoughts made him realize how much his abilities shaped his path.
