A swirling void of endless black stretched in every direction, an empty dimension devoid of sound, light, or form—save for the singular presence within.
A man, no taller than the size of one's palm, worked meticulously in the vast nothingness, his every movement precise and deliberate.
Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit that seemed to shimmer against the surrounding darkness, he stood before a small, floating cauldron, where an eerie concoction brewed.
The liquid inside crackled softly, a hypnotic mix of purplish-pink and dark mana intertwining in a bubbling dance.
Tiny sparks, like violet stars, fizzled and popped as the energies fused together, the potion slowly taking shape.
"This should go here… and with a little bit of blood extract, it should be done stabilizing with the help of dark mana," the man muttered under his breath, his keen eyes never straying from his work.
