Zora's actions were far too practiced. It was clear she had poured immense effort and time into alchemy.
Even among seasoned alchemists, few could claim their techniques surpassed hers.
Watching her purify herbs felt less like an examination and more like witnessing a piece of art. Every motion was graceful, steady, and precise.
By contrast, Morgana Frost's movements were visibly stiff. Her hands hesitated, betraying tension and anxiety. She constantly worried that the flame might slip out of her control.
Alchemy was forged through endless repetition. Only after countless failures would that stiffness fade.
The difference between the two was stark.
Rurik couldn't hide the astonishment in his eyes. "Zora is truly extraordinary. This alchemy technique is natural and made."
There was something he did not say aloud.
Deep down, he felt that even his own alchemy skills were inferior to hers.
Gerrad nodded slowly, his gaze filled with admiration. "She is indeed a rare genius."
