This was no longer a simple tasting.
It was as if Roland's senses had been suddenly elevated to another dimension.
What flooded his consciousness wasn't the simple tastes of sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy, but a surging, torrential flood composed of pure information.
Countless minute fragments of perception, complex fluctuations of Magic Power, and exquisite material compositions were instantly carved into shape by an invisible chisel, branding themselves clearly upon his spiritual vision.
The secrets of the Protective Potion opened up before his spiritual vision.
Its core was a wisp of Silver Leaf Grass Juice blessed by moonlight, mixed with the rigidity of trace amounts of Refined Cold Iron Powder, the Purity of an essence refined from Holy Water, and the unique Attribute granted by Frost Lizard Marrow Extract that resisted the chill of death.
Its Refining requirements were exceedingly strict.
