The workshop lights shone in the night like a bright star.
Outside the window, the wind howled; typical weather of the Black Mist Jungle—piercingly cold wind mixed with faint magical fluctuations.
This strange wind made the skin of every creature passing by sting, as if being continually pierced by countless invisible needles.
Ron was in the laboratory focused on a new alchemical experiment, concentrating on manipulating the amber liquid suspended before him.
This was an improved version of the "Spiritual Shield" potion, and he was attempting to enhance its anti-pollution effect.
The Bloodline Altar would open tomorrow, and he couldn't waste any time.
"If I add an extract of Moon Shadow Grass..." Ron carefully dripped in three drops of silver liquid:
"Theoretically, it could enhance resistance to pollution."
The liquid reacted immediately, emitting a slight "sizzle" sound.
The color gradually changed from amber to deep purple, then slowly reverted to a purer golden hue.
