Kyrian closed the door of the room behind him.
The sound of the latch echoed softly in the silence of the stone chamber. He stood still for a few seconds, simply breathing in the familiar air. The scent of dried herbs, old ashes, warm metal, and the faint metallic trace that permeated the entire fortress of the Blood Court.
It was like returning home.
He walked to the center of the room. The cauldron was still there, exactly where he had left it before the mission. Its dark surface faintly reflected the dim light that entered through the narrow window. There was no dust. The servants kept the room clean even in his absence.
Kyrian extended his hand. A soft glow appeared in his spatial ring. The advanced alchemy manuals he had acquired in the Cloud Circle appeared stacked beside the cauldron. Then came the sacks of herbs.
He did not waste time.
