Days of experimentation passed for Adrian. His pristine workshop had transformed into a chaotic laboratory.
Trays of grey soil were scattered across every surface, each one a testament to his numerous failures and incremental successes.
Empty vials and discarded beakers cluttered the floor, remnants of alchemical potions that had fizzled out, destabilized, or reacted in wildly unpredictable ways.
The air was filled with scents of dozens of different herbs, minerals, and magical reagents he had prepared into usable ingredients.
It had been five days since he had begun his work on a solution for their dead world. In that time, the world outside had been moving at a furious pace.
Jeffery had reported via a quick mind-link message that the deconstruction of the twenty-five houses was already underway, the land being cleared and prepared for the great farm.
