I am silent with my legs crossed in front of the cauldron, my calm breathing observing the incections recorded on the surface. The atmosphere around was very serene. I extended my hand, slightly playing the runes, and let the mana flow from the fingers. In front, the runes carved in the cauldron began to shine weakly, the heat began to burn under the cauldron, the fire was fueled, fed by the activated runes.
I closed my eyes, focused all my attention on the process. The flow of the mana intensified as she felt like the flas grow, the heat of the cauldron reached her maximum point, and I could not help smiling when knowing that everything was at her exact point. Now I couldn’t stop.
With a deep re -tuition, I let my heart calm down, without hurry, without anxiety. I threw Mandragora’s essence, his stabilizing power began to mix the energies, as if a leaf on average of a river was. The green liquid disappeared quickly, looking for its place in the spiral of forces in the cauldron.
I knew that this was only the first part, and the most important if I wanted to achieve success. Now following the teachings of the novels he had read, with pasiencien and Connverti precious, the blue dragon leaves in a fine powder. With a single gesture, I threw it into the cauldron. The dust dissolved instantly, rging with a milky water. The cauldron shook briefly and began to boil with incredible intensity. But hardly I kept control, I knew it was a critical stage. I took a snack of air in my lungs and threw the roots of Kudzu and the ginseng, at the sa ti the Jania began to fluctuate, but finally managed to stabilize. The fire increased, the heat of the cauldron seed to want to escape, smoke grill would drain slightly.
The tension began to seize , but my mind remained clear. Every thirty seconds, it took control of the fire, alternating between increasing or decreasing intensity, looking for a balance in heat.
Sweat began to sprout on my forehead, but it didn’t get carried away by fatigue. I was concentrated in this refining process, maintaining constant rhythm between control and liberation. I felt the mana escape like a current in my body, but persevere.
Boom!
Suddenly a deaf noise full air, the fire grows and the runes shone with more intensity than ever, the cauldron lid flew up, crashing against the walls of the vault. The culmination point could not have arrived, I could not loosen the tension or at the mont, soon a golden liquid began to float in the air, suspended by the mana that I still kept in my hands. My heart was beating hard, I knew that the most difficult part was yet to co: condensation.
With an incredible consequence, I brought the remaining mana to the control rules embedded in the cauldron. The golden liquid began to take shape, gently. The golden mucus slid, losing its viscosity, while the runes guided their direction, their density. After a few minutes, the cauldron exploded again with a noise that shake the entire room. Three golden sphere were suspended in the air, floating in a balance that left breathless. The condensation was completed, in my hands were three golden pills, perfectly ford. His contours followed the structure of roots that were intertwined, their gold color radiated a dazzling beauty and pure energy, it seems that all the effort he had put in it would encapsulate. I felt a wave of satisfaction walking. "It’s a success." I told myself.
TRING!
[Systemnotification]
*You have acquired basic alchemy ability!
[Congratulations! Now you can combine elem and refine pildraras with 30% more efficiency. In addition, each refinent attempt has a 10% possibility of generating an exceptional quality pill]
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I stared at the holographic screen in front of . The notification continued to flash, soon a smile was ford on my lips. He had won an interesting ability, even if he could see that, he could not underestimate, the more I perfect my domain of alchemy, the elderly would be the privileges he would obtain. The possibility of creating upper pills ... It was sothing that would kill any alchemist.
***
When leaving the bobedas my steps resonated in a void corridor, the echo of my boots against marble seed to rember the whole place. Around , the rooms were similar, with steel doors carved with the strong initials of the cell store. The atmosphere was mired in absolute silence, an incredible calm, which was only interrupted by the slight sound of my own movents. As he advanced, a completely silent atmosphere soon beca a bustling living room, and the air was loaded with murmurs and laughs.
The receptionist, a beautiful and elegant woman, looked up at . His smile, although warm, a little calculating.
- You’ve finished, it was quite fast - I comnt observing
- If I have finished. Now I want you to help with other issues, "I replied carelessly
- Of course, what can I serve you? - he said, smiling at sowhat mischievously, as if his words wanted to hint sothing.
I didn’t have ti for these gas. So, I fell quickly from my bag, the pill I had refined, its bright surface reflected the light of the room and, instantly, the air was filled with a rich dicine aroma, which spread the entire place.
The receptionist lifted an eyebrow, surprised, and moved towards . His face went from a comrcial smile to a more serious expression.
"Dear client, co here for a mont," he said, guiding to the side, moving away from the noise.
We head towards an elevator, located in a part of the complex. While we went up, the woman threw an inquisitive look.
- Were you who created this pill? He asked, his tone was more curious than incredulous.
I ignored the question, knowing that I had not felt in answering, at least at this ti.
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