Chapter 26

Kyle lay back on the stone-carved bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling of his quarters. The day's labor sat heavy in his limbs, but the results were undeniable. He had transitioned from haphazardly boiling moss to refining actual alchemical mixtures. His inventory, however, remained a source of frustration. He had limited glass bottles, and every failed attempt felt like a waste of precious resources. His need for mana potions had decreased as his internal reserves stabilized, leaving him with...