Reacting swiftly, Michael channeled his spiritual Qi, diverting the volatile mixture into the sanctuary of the Reverse Realm. The room fell into an eerie stillness, save for the echoes of his rapid heartbeat.
Moments passed, tension hanging in the air like a heavy fog. Finally, the danger subsided, and a sense of relief washed over Michael. He had averted catastrophe, thanks to Archie's timely warning.
Michael sent his mind's-eye into the Pause Realm, retrieving the ingredients from the Reverse Realm at the same time. The ingredients were in the same state as before he began his refinement, lying motionlessly in front of him.
With his heart gradually steadying, Michael turned his gaze to Archie, who was lost in contemplation. "What do you believe went awry?" he inquired, his voice barely above a whisper.
