Something else took over; the lingering taste and the overwhelming sensation of Mana coursing through him.
Lucian found himself utterly entranced, watching the old man cook. The simple yet profound movements of his hands as he worked ordinary ingredients to create something extraordinary was like watching Magic without Skills and incantations.
He was a Master in his craft — someone who had reached the pinnacle.
Ever since that day, Lucian began following the chef around the city, watching as the man cooked with a strange obsession. The old man, who had a head full of white hair, a white beard, and white eyebrows that reached below his chin, for some reason, never asked why Lucian trailed behind him, nor did he shoo him away.
Day after day, Lucian returned, consumed by the desire to understand the magic behind his food.
