Kyrian opened his eyes while the sky was still dark. The room remained immersed in the familiar dimness, with only a faint bluish tone entering through the narrow window. He stood up without hesitation, his body and mind already awakened for another day of relentless routine.
It was another ordinary day. Refinement in the morning, formations in the afternoon. Nothing different from the pattern he had established in the past weeks.
He sat in front of the cauldron and lit the gray flame with a simple gesture. The fire obeyed immediately, burning low and steady. Kyrian began working on the Burning Heart Pill once again. His hands moved with mechanical precision. Herbs entered in the exact order, the temperature was adjusted in minimal fractions, and the gray flame Qi enveloped each essence with absolute control.
