Inside the potion shop...
As the moon rose in the night sky and cast its ethereal light on the world, Aquarian kept his word and sent Aizel back to the potion shop.
Under Aquarian's watchful eye, he had spent the daylight hours honing meditation.
He had immersed himself in keeping his mind calm and free of thoughts from dawn until dusk.
As night fell and the land became quiet, Aizel's search for knowledge continued under a different teacher. After dusk, Aizel joined Vespara in the peace and quiet of the potion shop.
Here, amidst the aromatic symphony of herbs and plants, a new chapter in his education unfolded.
"Vespara, I was thinking about something."
"Speak pretty boy. What naughty ideas do you have in your mind?"
"When Leah's grandfather fought another Grade V mage, that other guy used the red flowers that were poisonous.
"Red Mist Azalea?"
