Pill Making Failures

Drip.

A drop of sweat trickled down Liz's cute face and dropped on the ground.

The room had an orange tinge to it as flames erupted from the furnaces and reached all the way up towards the open ceiling.

Lith's expression was tense as his hands worked to stir two giant pots above the furnaces. An extra pair of invisible arms held materials beside him and moved at his discretion.

Giving Liz such a big handicap was taking a toll on him. He had no experience in alchemy and was currently making the pills based on the instructions provided.

Proper precision and timing was required to create these pills and even milliseconds delay could lead to the destruction of the pill.

Taking on such an arduous task was not on Lith's agenda today, but here he was.

'Just a bit more… hold it a bit more…'

Lith was sweating as he held a stalk of runny grass in his real left hand and stirred the pot.