In the great hall of the Medicine Hall, a faint firelight flared, bathing the entire chamber in a glow like a cascading sunset. A young man stood before a Pill Furnace, his expression one of intense focus. His fingers moved in unison, and the flames within the furnace danced rhythmically to their motion. After a moment, a faint Pill Fragrance began to drift through the hall.
After another moment, the young man let out a sharp cry and slapped his palm against the Pill Furnace. The flames within erupted, carrying a smooth, round elixir into the air. In that instant, a tangible Pill Fragrance permeated the space, quickly filling the entire hall. The young man then made a beckoning gesture, and a still-warm, perfectly round elixir flew back into his hand. Gazing at the elixir in his palm, the young man smiled with satisfaction.
