"Of the twelve pills produced in this final, Kyrian's three possess, by a considerable margin, the highest purity."
He looked directly at the young man, his piercing eyes fixed upon him.
"Your performance was exceptional. You didn't just reconstruct the recipe, you reinvented it."
Then he raised the vial, the light reflecting off its jade surface.
"Congratulations."
For a few seconds, Kyrian simply stood there, the weight of the recognition hanging over him. Then he cupped his hands, his voice calm.
"Thank you, Elder."
And, in that instant, the arena exploded. A storm of claps, cheers, and applause that seemed to have no end. Tens of thousands of people began applauding, the deafening sound filling every corner of the arena.
"Congratulations, Kyrian!"
"He won!"
"Incredible!"
"Ninety-five percent! Even with a complete recipe, producing a pill with such purity is extremely difficult."
"What a genius!"
"That was incredible!"
"I want to know who this boy is!"
