At once, a glass struck the table with a sharp click... Pell's gaze snapped toward the vial, while one of the masters took an involuntary step closer.
If the words hadn't come from Crowglass herself, they would have laughed it off... but then she turned the examination result toward them.
Clarity: 100%.
The nearest master stared at the reading, and the conversation behind him broke off as the result spread.
"One hundred?"
"Let me see."
Every alchemist present understood what that number meant.
Clarity measured how much of a potion's final composition belonged to the intended elixir... any unwanted essence, unrefined residue, or damaged fraction lowered the reading and weakened its effects.
They spent years learning to reduce those flaws, sometimes laboring over a formula for months to gain a single percentage point.
And in the tonic before them, there were none.
Every fraction contributed to the formula's intended effects, allowing it to deliver its full potency.
