Rivyn's alchemy room was meticulously organized, with every ingredient stored in glass jars, arranged by potency and compatibility. On one end of the room stood shelves filled with rare herbs, dried roots, and crystal vials containing liquids that shimmered with latent mana. The walls were reinforced with protective runes, dampening any accidental explosions or surges of energy. This was a place of precision, where science met magic—a sanctuary of sorts where Rivyn could push the limits of his skills without reservation.