The scent of alchemical reagents hung heavy in the air of Yue's private laboratory within the Alchemist Guild —a peculiar blend of crushed minerals, distilled essences, and something faintly metallic that seemed to charge the atmosphere with arcane, volatile potential.
Golden afternoon light filtered through stained glass windows, casting prismatic patterns across the polished stone floor and illuminating drifting dust motes that danced like microscopic constellations in the space between forgotten, unseen worlds.
In the far corner of the room, partially concealed by shadow, Luna's vigilant presence radiated quiet menace—her form nearly invisible to the untrained eye as she maintained her guard, ensuring no unwelcome visitors would interrupt the critical work about to begin. Near the entrance, the shattered remains of a crystalline orb lay scattered across a small table, the aftermath of Yue's precaution against magical surveillance.
