I passed?

After several tense minutes, the herbs were reduced to a fine, shimmering powder. Ethan looked up at the old woman, who was watching him with a keen, hawk-like gaze. "Three pinches, right?"

She gave a single nod. "Three. No more, no less."

Ethan moved to the cauldron, the iridescent liquid still bubbling ominously. He took a pinch of the powder between his fingers, sprinkling it into the potion. The liquid hissed, the color shifting from green to deep purple.

He added the second pinch, and the potion bubbled violently before calming, the color now a rich shade of indigo.

Ethan hesitated, the third pinch still between his fingers. He glanced back at Lia, whose eyes were wide with concern. The little girl peeked out from behind Lia, her silver hair shimmering faintly under the eerie light.