I will explain the exact nature of this compound and precisely why its value is unmatched," Ethan said, his gravelly voice instantly drawing every eye in the high-security war room.
He smoothly reached into his spatial ring and retrieved a small crystal vial containing a vibrant, translucent fluid, placing it firmly onto the center of the obsidian table.
"This is my personal formula for a standard high-grade healing potion," Ethan stated. "The pavilion possesses its own specific version, the sovereign kingdom utilizes theirs, and the central empire manufactures theirs. However, what every single one of those standard formulations has in common is a hard structural limit. They are all strictly categorized based on the specific severity of the wounds they can patch up, correct?"
"That is correct," the Sect Master replied through the blue projection, her dual-pupiled eyes locked onto the vial. "That is the foundational rule of all alchemical restoration."
