The alchemy chamber was bathed in a flickering light, emanating from the mana crystals embedded in the walls.
The air, thick with arcane energy, reverberated in a rhythm almost alive, pulsing as if the very space was aware of the grandeur of the ritual about to unfold.
In the center of the room, two stone tables were positioned side by side, each supporting a gleaming metal skeleton, engraved with intricate runes and infused with Strax's magic.
Evelyn, with her long leather gloves and dark apron stained with remnants of past experiments, moved with almost surgical precision between the jars, scrolls, and alchemical reagents scattered across the workbench.
Her face displayed absolute concentration, and her eyes glimmered with the reflection of the ethereal flames burning in braziers around the room.