The deep, amethyst-colored grounds in the filter slowly swelled, releasing an intoxicating fragrance that was at once earthy, floral, and bright—a scent of mountain mist and blooming nightshade.
As the final, golden-brown drop filtered into the waiting cup, it was not merely a beverage; it was a luminous, living elixir, glowing with a soft, inner warmth.
A gasp rippled through the gathered elven onlookers. The elven folks, masters of this ancient, revered forest, immediately understood the significance of the perfect extraction.
They burst into a spontaneous, joyous chorus of applause and melodic cheers that echoed off the cavern walls.
A tall, silver-haired Elder Elv, stepped forward, his eyes alight with genuine admiration. He placed a hand on his heart and bowed deeply to Lady Seraphine.
