Riya opened the door to the second room on the ground floor, and Kyle followed her inside. He expected a simple storage area or a place filled with disorganized tools, but what he saw left him speechless.
The room had been transformed into a functional alchemy lab with an undeniable touch of practicality. Shelves lined the walls, each organized with jars of herbs, powders, and other mysterious alchemical ingredients.
The air smelled faintly of mixed scents—floral, earthy, and even metallic. On the central table sat two cauldrons: one, an elegant white cauldron and the other, smaller and more mundane.
In the corner of the room stood a modest yet sturdy furnace, and next to it was a grinding station with various tools, such as pestles, mortars, and cutting knives of different sizes. A well-worn notebook sat open near the cauldrons, its pages filled with handwritten notes, formulas, and diagrams.
