The refinement process resumes with a vigor Ezra hadn't expected, the serum accelerating the process exponentially.
Ezra steadies his breathing, focusing on guiding the energy.
His liver, which had initially resisted the refinement, now absorbed the essence hungrily.
The cold sensation returns, sharper and more intense than before, but Ezra endures, gritting his teeth as dark impurities are expelled from his pores in waves.
The black sheen coating his skin thickens, accompanied by a faint, acrid smell.
Ezra winces at the unpleasantness but doesn't falter.
Minutes pass, and the refinement reaches its climax.
His liver, now fully refined, radiates a vitality that Ezra can feel throughout his entire being.
His blood flows smoother, carrying the invigorated essence to every corner of his body.
He exhales deeply, a plume of faint, silvery energy escaping his lips.