The Kingdom of Jorailia was a land of opportunity, especially for a man like Noah.
His laboratory, granted by a grateful King Rouben Yachvili, was a marvel of alchemical engineering, a far cry from the makeshift workshops he had cobbled together in the war-torn north. Here, surrounded by rare reagents, state-of-the-art distillation arrays, and enchanted containment fields, Noah's power flourished.
Princess Nerida Malady, her health fully restored by his miraculous antidote, was his staunchest advocate, a key that had unlocked the highest echelons of Jorailian society.
"Master Noah is a genius, Father!" she would often declare at court, her youthful adoration for the quiet, brilliant alchemist evident to all. "His vitality potions have made the Royal Guard feel ten years younger!"
