Silas watched intently as Wizz and Shu worked their magic, quite literally, in brewing the mana potions. The air shimmered with arcane energy as Wizz carefully measured out ingredients, her movements precise and practiced. Shu darted about, adding pinches of this and drops of that at Wizz's direction, her enthusiasm barely contained.
"And now, the final touch," Wizz announced, holding up a small, glowing crystal. "A shard of pure mana. This is what gives the potion its potency."
With a deft hand, she crushed the crystal over the bubbling mixture. The liquid inside the cauldron flashed a brilliant blue before settling into a deep, swirling azure.
"There we are," Wizz said, satisfaction evident in her voice. "A batch of top-quality mana potions."
