Images flickered through Hutson's mind in a rapid blur, his blood surging, his pulse hammering in his veins.
He shut his eyes, drawing in a slow breath before sinking once more into meditation, willing his turbulent emotions to settle.
Minutes passed.
After nearly ten, a sense of calm finally returned.
"Compared to most potions, this so-called side effect is barely an inconvenience. At worst, it just means spending a little extra time in meditation."
Overall, Hutson was more than satisfied with the Astral Elixir's effects. Meditation itself was a powerful tool for maintaining emotional equilibrium—given enough time, any restlessness could be suppressed.
Of course, there were… other ways to deal with such impulses.
But meditation was a necessity for him—an unshakable discipline. He had no intention of wasting two or three hours every day on distractions. It was simply inefficient.
Efficiency won.