"…Whew."
By the time Valyr felt that the nine cocoons he'd conjured were done going through the concoction process, the young man went ahead and grabbed a ton of vials from his table, scooping all of the essence he'd created into them.
'I wonder how many vials Mystia has in spare?' Valyr asked himself as he swiftly filled all of the vials with the dark blue essence, briefly thinking about how there were still around half of the vials remaining on his table.
In the end, the young man did not dwell on the thought any further, instead looking at what he'd achieved with satisfaction.
Feeling that he'd gained a bit more leeway to push himself to 10 simultaneous concoctions, Valyr pushed the thought to the side for the meantime, going ahead and identifying one of the potions he'd created with his identification skill.
