Timeless Assassin

Chapter 1085: The Demi-God Breakthrough Potion

(Brewing Chamber One, The Time Stilled World, Brahim’s POV)

Brewing a Demi God Breakthrough Potion was something every Supreme Potion Master dreamed of across the span of their entire life, and yet, because of how absurdly rare the ingredients required to make one truly were, many masters had gone to their graves without ever getting the chance to attempt it even once.

Which was why, when Leo personally contacted him and informed him that he would be making not just one, but five complete vials of Demi God Breakthrough Potions, Brahim felt as though the purpose of his entire existence had suddenly crystallized into one clear moment.

For several breaths after hearing the order, he had simply stood there in silence, his old hands trembling faintly while his mind struggled to fully grasp the scale of what had just been entrusted to him, as even for a man of his standing, such an opportunity bordered on the divine.

The method to brew a Demi God Potion had been entrusted to him by his master, like his master had given him before that, and yet, no-one in the past 7 generations of his masters had ever had the chance to actually brew one, as the ingredients were just that rare.

"This is the greatest day of my life!"

Brahim said, as once the shock faded, he moved immediately.

He summoned every Supreme Potion Master currently available within the Cult’s territory, and ordered them to gather their most trusted apprentices beneath them, as he began preparing his laboratory with a severity that left absolutely no room for carelessness, compromise, or hidden imperfection.

Other than the three main ingredients that Leo himself had secured at immeasurable cost, Brahim personally went out and acquired every single auxiliary herb, catalyst, stabilizer, and reactive mineral needed for the complete formula, as he refused to entrust even one insignificant component to anyone else’s judgment.

He checked every ingredient once.

Then again.

Then a third time, as weight, age, purity, moisture content, mana saturation, and even the faintest traces of contamination were measured with obsessive precision, while anything less than ideal was discarded without hesitation regardless of expense.

His laboratory underwent the same treatment.

Every old vessel that had even the faintest possibility of retaining past impurities was thrown out, every stirring rod and titration funnel replaced, every cauldron scrubbed down and then replaced anyway, while the entire chamber was sterilized from end to end through fire cleansing, alchemical vapor purification, and layered magic filters.

By the time all of it was done, the chamber no longer resembled the lived-in workplace of a veteran master, but rather a sacred site prepared for a ritual that could not afford to fail even once, as the air itself smelled sharp, clean, and completely odourless.

Then, when everything had been laid out and every participant stood in position with their tools, ingredients, and assigned roles memorized down to the second, Brahim finally addressed them.

"Gentlemen, what we are about to attempt today must have no mistakes whatsoever," Brahim said, his voice calm yet carrying enough weight to make even the youngest apprentice hold his breath.

"I cannot overstate how important this is, nor what the consequences of failure would be. I am certain all of you already understand, so let us do our best," he said, as dozens of heads lowered in solemn acknowledgement before the brewing process finally began.

At the center of the room sat the main transmutation cauldron, forged from triple-refined star iron and silver-veined obsidian, its inner walls etched with stabilizing runes that shimmered faintly whenever mana brushed against them, while six smaller support vessels surrounded it in a perfect circle.

The first stage involved purification of the Granada water.

One assistant carefully uncorked the pressurized vessel while three others immediately stabilized the ambient pressure around the pouring station, as even the slightest fluctuation risked altering the water’s composition in a way that could later throw off the potion’s balance.

The water itself entered the receiving basin in a slow, controlled stream, unnaturally dense and faintly luminous under alchemical lamps, as Brahim watched the surface carefully for any reaction while a pair of apprentices began whispering invocation chants to bind low-grade water spirits into the purification array.

The spirits were not summoned for power, but for sensitivity.

Their task was to detect instability within the liquid, guiding the filtration crystals toward any subtle irregularities invisible even to trained human senses, as the water passed through six successive membranes before finally entering the primary cauldron.

Once the base medium had been prepared, the heating phase began.

No ordinary flame was used.

Instead, Brahim called forth three contracted fire spirits, each one tethered through ruby channels embedded in the floor, as their narrow streams of spiritual flame licked the underside of the cauldron with astonishing consistency while thermometer wards tracked the rise in heat to the smallest degree.

"Hold it there," Brahim murmured, his fingers hovering over the measurement runes as the water reached the first threshold, where ordinary herbs would have been added in lesser brews, but where this formula instead demanded powdered soulroot, voidmint essence, and two drops of dragon marrow suspension to prepare the liquid to receive divinity-grade matter.

Each ingredient was introduced in sequence, never together, as one apprentice ground the soulroot into a finer dust mid-process while another diluted the marrow suspension through a spiraled titration rig so that the viscosity of the mixture remained stable.

The cauldron began to bubble then, but not violently.

The sound was tight, rhythmic, controlled, as if the liquid itself were breathing beneath the surface while Brahim adjusted stirring speed with one hand and rune pressure with the other, his eyes never leaving the changing color of the brew.

When the mixture darkened from silver-blue to deep moonlit violet, he knew the first critical phase had succeeded.

As only then did he allow the Eternal Garden’s moonlight flower to be brought forward.

Even sealed within its preservation vessel, the flower seemed to alter the atmosphere around it, as its five petals gave off a faint radiance that softened the chamber’s harsh light and made several apprentices instinctively lower their eyes in reverence.

Brahim did not indulge the moment.

He cut one petal free with a sanctified crystal blade, then passed it through a mana sieve to separate its outer luminance from its nectar-rich core, as each portion had to be added at different times to avoid overstimulating the base medium.

The first fraction dissolved instantly.

The second resisted.

And when the nectar core finally entered the cauldron, the entire brew convulsed.

*Bloop*

*Bloop*

*Fwoosh*

For three terrifying seconds, the liquid surged upward as though trying to escape its vessel, its surface warping under opposing elemental pressures while the fire spirits shrieked in agitation and one of the pressure wards nearly cracked under the force.

"Stabilize it!" Brahim barked, as two Supreme Masters immediately stepped in from either side, one cooling the upper layer with mist-thread alchemy while the other fed a measured pulse of calming mana through the cauldron’s core sigils.

Slowly, the reaction settled.

The bubbling softened.

The color brightened.

And the brew entered the second major phase alive.

Now came the Pit soil.

Unlike the flower, the soil could not simply be added.

It first had to be burned, reduced, dissolved, strained, and then partially re-solidified into a suspension paste, as its death-saturated density would otherwise poison the structure of the potion before the flower’s divinity had time to fully bind with it.

This process alone took nearly three hours.

Every few minutes, Brahim checked consistency with a glass rod, lifted droplets into the light, adjusted thickness with burial salts, and demanded recalibration of heat from the fire spirits, while the apprentices around him ran samples through resonance plates to ensure the balance between life essence, death essence, and transcendental pressure remained intact.

By the time the Pit suspension finally entered the main cauldron, everyone in the room was sweating.

No one dared relax.

The final stage was slower than all the rest.

For the next several hours, the brew was reduced drop by drop, stirred in alternating directions according to an ancient sequence Brahim had memorized as a boy, then cooled, reheated, diluted, concentrated, and infused with three final catalysts until its unstable brilliance gradually began to condense inward.

The bubbling ceased first.

Then the glow softened.

Then the scent changed.

A deep, ancient fragrance rose from the cauldron, one that carried vitality, pressure, and danger in equal measure, as the liquid within settled into a dense golden-violet color unlike anything any of the apprentices had ever seen before.

Brahim approached the vessel alone for the last step.

With both hands steady, he lifted the decanting funnel and began pouring the finished brew into its containment phial, every drop passing through a final rune-filter before settling into the bottle with a slow, heavy brilliance.

When the last drop fell, the room remained silent for one long second.

Then Brahim looked at it.

And smiled.

"It’s done," he whispered, as though afraid that saying it too loudly might somehow undo the miracle they had just forced into existence.

*Cheers*

The chamber erupted.

Relief, joy, and disbelief poured out of everyone at once, as apprentices embraced, senior masters exhaled like men who had just survived war, and Brahim himself sat down heavily upon the nearest stool while laughing under his breath, too exhausted to celebrate properly yet too fulfilled to remain still.

One Demi God Breakthrough Potion now rested before them.

Perfect and with over a 99.4% purity score.

And though the celebration was genuine, everyone in the room understood that the task wasn’t finished yet.

Because this was just one vial.

While the Lord needed five.