Alchemy had a way of making Liam forget about everything. His mind pushed away anything that didn't involve that noble art, turning him into a gear inside a higher process.
However, it wasn't just emptiness. While Liam's mind could find respite in the absence of emotional distress and life's intricacies, alchemy still acted as a sort of mirror.
Just like the ingredients, the alchemist had specific features, predispositions, and sheer nature. The way Liam concocted opened a window into his understanding of life, how he perceived and reacted to it, which had expanded immensely after the inheritance.
Concoctions that Liam had performed a hundred times over now looked different, broader. No new details stood out, but he saw deeper aspects to each variable.
It was like throwing a pebble into a lake. An inexperienced eye would only see the splash and ripples. However, an expert would know that the body of water's level had risen, no matter how slightly.
