The Arrival of the Actual God's Messenger

In the castle

Link stood beside a crystal cauldron almost as tall as him. He was busy stirring the thick medicinal concoction within the cauldron with a crystal rod.

The concoction was so thick that each stroke had taken a lot out of him. Link felt as if he was rowing through molten steel.

"Oh, you should probably stir it a bit faster. Also, you should focus on stirring in a spiral. Yes, that's it. You sure are a lot better at this than any Apocalypse Dragon Guard."

Link was panting at this point. He had thought about magically enchanting the crystal rod to stir itself, but Gretel had said that any use of magic would affect the mixture's medicinal properties and that he would need to stir it with his bare hands.

With that said, Link was forced to work until he could barely feel his hands.