The scent of the pill still hung in the air—a fragrance so refined, so impossibly potent that even seasoned instructors found themselves unconsciously holding their breath.
Argolaith held the epic-grade pill between his fingers, the glow from its surface faintly pulsing like the heartbeat of a star. Perfect symmetry. Zero impurities. Its presence alone radiated enough ambient mana to leave subtle ripples across the floor beneath his feet.
He turned and casually placed it into a reinforced jade vial, sealing it with a light touch of his mana.
Around him, no one moved.
The instructor who had mocked him—face pale and jaw clenched—stood frozen with disbelief etched into every line of his expression. His voice, when it finally came, was barely a whisper.
"There's… there's no way that was your first time making one…"
Argolaith didn't bother answering. He just stared.
