On the night of the second day of travel, Liam and the Alchemy Elder returned to the Pale Moon Sect, the late hour making their climb to the Inner Hall silent and uneventful.
Still, opening the cave revealed quite a cramped but welcome spectacle. The preparations for the Mutated Battlefield had emptied Liam's quarters, but he struggled to see the floor now.
Pouches, barrels, and even wooden boxes occupied every available inch of the cave and more. The place had shrunk since new walls had appeared due to the piled-up items.
The clutter had only spared the cauldron's immediate surroundings, but Liam couldn't see any decent sitting spot there, let alone the room he needed to concoct.
That mess was more than triple what Liam had seized before the Mutated Battlefield, and it didn't have one source. Many containers carried the mark of a stylized red man, and they were far more abundant than their counterparts.
