Old Finn was silent for two seconds, then stepped into the Laboratory.
He placed the tray on a corner of the lab bench, his gaze falling upon the Crystal Bottles.
His gaunt fingers reached out and picked one up.
He raised it before his eyes, holding it up to the light.
The star-blue liquid swirled under the glow of the Crystal Stones, the silver specks of light within spinning slowly as if alive.
Old Finn's pupils contracted slightly.
What was he seeing?
The purity... was terrifyingly high.
He had seen countless Tier One Potions in his life and had refined a fair number himself.
But he had never seen such a... perfect finished product.
It had practically no impurities. The potion's essence was pure to the extreme, and its Energy fluctuations were stable yet immense.
This was beyond what "high purity" could describe.
This was... a work of art.
Old Finn's fingers trembled slightly.
It wasn't out of excitement, but from a kind of profound shock.
