The air held its breath, a suspended minute of anticipation that seemed to hang over the grove like a heavy cloud. Every pair of eyes, belonging to the finest of apothecaries, were fixed on the grand maestro, who was deeply engrossed in studying the potion prepared by the human participant.
The unbearable silence was ripped apart by a single, disbelieving voice.
"He must be cheating!!" It was Maksin, unable to comprehend the sight before him. His accusation hung in the air like a rogue spark, threatening to ignite the atmosphere.
Before Emery could even formulate a defense, the grand maestro himself answered. His voice, filled with admiration, echoed through the vast space, "This is one of the finest potions I've laid my eyes on in years. It's truly...remarkable."
