Essence Replication

Silas and Zephyra returned to their work, each cradling a steaming mug of coffee. As Silas took his first sip, his eyes widened in surprise. The rich, dark liquid seemed to jolt through his system with an intensity he'd never experienced before.

"Whoa," he gasped, blinking rapidly. "This coffee packs quite a punch."

Zephyra chuckled, her hair shifting to a vibrant orange that matched the energetic buzz Silas felt coursing through him. "Ah, yes. I should have warned you. The soil here in Hell is much richer in nutrients than what you'd find on Earth. The coffee beans absorb more of these nutrients as they grow, resulting in a significantly higher concentration of caffeine."

Silas took another sip, savoring the complex flavors that danced across his tongue. "It's incredible. I feel like I could work for days without stopping."

"That's the idea," Zephyra winked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Shall we get back to it?"