Divine Herb Forest…
Wisps of golden smoke still curled from the edges of the small lightning cauldron, which now sat quietly in front of Kent, its metallic surface humming faintly under the touch of nature's most unpredictable force—lightning.
Kent held a single glowing drop of the violet-green elixir between his fingers. It floated like a teardrop of crystal sap, glowing faintly with streaks of silver lightning within. Slowly, he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, examining its viscosity, watching how the volatile energy swirled within.
He brought it closer to his nose and took in a breath.
A faint scent. Earthy. Pungent. But laced with something divine… ancient.
His eyes narrowed. Still not enough.
Then, in a move that made even the onlookers' hearts tremble, Kent licked the drop off his finger, letting the elixir pass over his tongue like molten truth.
The Naga Ancestor, who stood nearby with arms folded, eyes half-lidded in pride, narrowed his pupils in annoyance.
