Kyrian held the first herb, his fingers wrapping around the stem with the precision of a surgeon. His violet eyes glowed, an inner light igniting as his perception penetrated the structure of the plant.
He could see its spiritual structure, every layer of energy, every vein of essence, and every hidden impurity.
The energy within the plant was not uniform. There was a primary essence, the heart of the herb, where its medicinal properties were concentrated.
There was secondary energy, circulating like blood through invisible veins. There were impurities, residues that needed to be removed so that the pure essence could be extracted. And there was a small structure hidden near the central fibers, a knot of energy that many alchemists would overlook.
Kyrian smiled slightly, a smile meant more for himself than for anyone around him.
"So this is where it is..." He murmured, his voice low.
