Novel & Cerita الصهر

Her heart thumped wildly in her chest as she clung to this strange human. "Hold tight," he shouted over the rushing air. His arm released her and she felt something hot radiating behind her. She managed a look and saw him forming a huge fireball with his left hand. It reached the size of a beach ball, then shifted from red to orange, and finally to blue. He released the ball and it raced upward. As her eyes followed it, Alex caught his grin, clearly proud of his work. The molten blue ball just missed the elevator winch as it burst through the ceiling.

James paid no heed to the others’ gazes and concentrated on the herbs he chose. As he casually waved his hand, a herb flew into the alchemy furnace. The moment the herb entered the alchemy furnace, the formation inscribed on the furnace was immediately activated. Some mysterious inscriptions materialized to form threads of golden lines that enveloped the herb. When the formation activated, the herb was enveloped by the mysterious inscription.

I ask and hold my fingers to my nose. “Pretty much, yeah.” Aldric lifts the heavy cast iron cauldron up, grimacing as the red-hot handle sizzles his flesh. "Don't you feel any pain?" I ask. He looks over his shoulder puts the couldron on the bricks in front of the hearth. “I do, but it will be over soon, so why cry about it?" He stands back from the couldron and looks at me over his shoulder. "It’s done,” he declares. “All we have to do now is wait for it to cool down, pour it in a glass container and leave it in a dark place for three days so it can mature.”

Hadassah glanced around them with a little fear, but she decided to continue and quickly picked the next ingredient beside her "Me Cinere," she dropped the gray ashes of her real body into the vessel, which she had been carrying for almost twenty years. "Confundo, confundo!" she mumbled, her little body of possession starting to ache. But she was desperate to finish this process, so she picked up the knife from the ground and stabbed the flesh near of her wrist, bringing the blood over the roaring water, "Sanguinis Pura. Celandine screamed in pain inside her head. Hadassah chuckled and warned her in a hissing tone, "It is just a simple cut, little soul. I remind you again, it is not time for

He was going to need another bottle of champagne, but this time he would take it cold. "Fuck you Iris Adelana, fuck you." He soliloquized and zoomed off.

The heat from the furnace opening was weird. It wasn't like a fire; it smelled like burnt stuff, boiled metal and heavy grease from a big industrial yard. Elara was falling backward, her balance completely gone, her bare feet slipping off the edge of the iron tracks. Below her, the massive subterranean vat churned, a swirling white-hot ocean of liquid metal that glowed with a blinding silver light. This was the system's incinerator, where rejected stuff, discarded sentences and corrupted memories were broken down and melted back into raw fluid for the next corporate edition.

She jumped off the platform, walking straight to Zhao’s ancient cauldron. "For three thousand years, you alchemists have been using profound Qi to heat up herbs in a pressurized brass pot," Scarlett said, her amber eyes scanning the cauldron. "You call it 'Refining the Elixir.' The Prometheus database calls it a 'Primitive Combustion Chamber'." She tapped the brass surface with her knuckle. It rang with a dull, heavy thud.

This is crazy. “This is insane.” she chuckled, trying to wave off this new information like it was nothing. Meanwhile, she was freaking out on the inside. Alan could tell that Kimberly was nervous and was only trying to cover up. He decided to ignore her current state and tell her everything she needed to know. It was best to reveal everything now, rather than wait longer. “Healers are highly regarded in any pack in the world because of their gift, as they help werewolves heal a lot faster during battles… most especially their mates. They personally heal their alpha mates with severe wounds because the healing process for severe wounds are different”