This Must Be A Nightmare

"I've finally succeeded."

In Elena's guest room, an elderly person sat nervously and looked at Elena with an expectant look.

The person in question here is the Master Moscov. The most revered person in the Alchemy Pavilion.

But right now he looked at Elena as if he was a student looking at his teacher wanting to know about the result of the test he just finished giving.

In front of him lay a finely made wooden box that itself could said to be a piece of art. But that is not What Moscov came here to show.

The Box contained a perfectly spherical white pill. It was giving out a slight sweet smell.

Elena didn't say anything as she took the pill from the box.

The texture felt perfect. So did the smell and color.

She took out a needle out from her pocket and pocked it.

She finally tested it to confirm it to be the right pill.