The Spiritual Gathering Root turned into a golden liquid, dense and heavy, shining like molten gold.
The Hundred Streams Fruit turned into a bluish liquid, lighter and more fluid, pulsing with electricity.
The Blue Mist Flower turned into a silver liquid, almost transparent, with tiny glowing particles floating within it.
Impurities evaporated, and dark vapors carrying acidic and unpleasant odors left the cauldron and dispersed into the air.
The medicinal essence remained. Pure. Concentrated. Refined.
Then the most difficult stage began. Fusion.
The spiritual liquids began to approach one another, drawn by invisible forces, guided by Kyrian's flame.
Slowly mixing. Uniting. Forming a single medicinal mass.
This was the moment where most alchemists failed.
Because the slightest difference in temperature, proportion, or timing, could destroy everything.
The smallest instability, an unexpected fluctuation, an irregular flow, could ruin hours of work.
