The heavy wooden door of the public laboratory for Magic Potion slowly closed behind him, sealing off the noise of the outside world.
The spacious room was filled with the scent of dry herbs, mineral dust, and a faint hint of aged parchment.
Sunlight streamed through tall arched windows, casting beams of light onto the smooth quartz workbench, illuminating the motes of dust suspended in the air.
Jeming took a deep breath, allowing the lab's unique tranquility to calm his mind.
In front of him, cauldrons, flasks, condensers, various beakers, and grinding tools were arranged in perfect order, like a silent army awaiting command.
Today's goal was to refine a "Concentration Potion," which briefly enhances mental focus, considered relatively high tier for an Apprentice, though its ingredients weren't particularly complex.
