"My Lord, a messenger just arrived from Master Barnaby. He urges you to come to the Alchemy Workshop at once. He says... he says there's a miracle for you to witness firsthand."
'A miracle?'
Raylo raised an eyebrow.
'The good news is finally here!'
Without hesitation, he set aside his work, rose to his feet, and strode toward the Alchemy Workshop.
Before he even entered, a rich and peculiar aroma wafted out to meet him, mingled with a faint trace of what felt like an ancient, primordial Dragon Mighty.
Inside, the Alchemy Workshop was as cluttered as ever.
Tall distillation racks billowed with colorful steam, and crystal beakers bubbled and gurgled over Magic Flames.
Master Barnaby stood before the central Alchemy Platform. His signature gray Mage Robe had a few new scorch marks, and his bird's nest of hair was even more disheveled than usual, but his eyes were shining with astonishing brightness.
"Raylo, my boy! You're here! Quick, come see this!"
