The dark purple pill seemed to sprout countless eerie, chilling tendrils.
Even though it was just a Demonic Beast Essence that had long been refined, Timothy could swear he saw it twitch slightly.
It looked terrifying and grotesque, yet somehow, it seemed to be tempting Timothy, trying to lure him into swallowing it.
This Demonic Beast Essence, extracted from a Beast Monarch at the Emperor level, was proof of how much effort Sylvia had put into crafting this elixir.
But the pill, about the size of a small fist, made Timothy so uneasy that he didn't even want to get close to it.
A chilling laugh echoed in the air, sending waves of oppressive energy rippling outward.
It felt like a sinister whisper, as if it wanted to drag anyone nearby into an abyss.
Timothy had studied every alchemy book in the Sky Sanctuary's Arcane Library, from ancient times to the present, and was familiar with all recorded elixirs.
