I wiped a sheen of sweat from my forehead with the back of my forearm, my back letting out a dull, aching groan as I finally stood up straight.
We had been hunched over the main cauldron for hours, carefully adjusting the mana flow and precise heat levels to match the exact specifications from The Celestial Nectar.
Sitting in the glass rack on the central workbench was a single, newly brewed vial.
The liquid inside was a brilliant, iridescent silver-blue that spun with liquid-light swirls, humming with a soft, perfectly stable mana frequency.
It was light-years ahead of our original formula, denser, vastly more potent, and completely impossible to copy without the stabilizing parameters I had retrieved from the Raith archives.
A tired, entirely satisfied grin broke across my face as I looked down at the finished product.
"Well?" I turned around, resting my hands on my hips as I looked at the two alchemists in training standing beside me.
