[ Few hours ago ]
The elven king had granted Alex a private training room—on his request.
A place isolated from all eyes and all disturbances.
It was time.
To finally drink and test the Essence of the World he had obtained from the World Tree.
The heavy doors sealed behind him with a muted thud as Alex stepped inside.
The room was vast and quiet, faintly illuminated by glowing runes carved into the walls. The air itself felt ancient… alive. Each breath carried a faint smell of sap, stone, and mana that had seeped into the chamber over centuries of use.
He moved to the center.
Slowly, he folded his knees and sat on the cold floor, steadying his breath. His heartbeat slowed, his mind sharpening. There was no sound but the soft hum of the runes and the distant echo of his own pulse.
From his spatial ring, he withdrew a small vial.
