A NEW ECHO of THE NORTH

Days passed in a familiar rhythm. Morning turned to night, and night gave way to a new dawn. It had been two weeks—perhaps even a month—since I arrived in this world. Much had happened in that time.

According to the children, Elrik began working on potion crafting right after that dinner. He stayed up, working day and night for three consecutive days. I had even provided him with enough materials for ten attempts. After failing nine times, he succeeded on the fourth day—only to immediately collapse from exhaustion. When he finally woke, Rania scolded him relentlessly for neglecting his rest.

Once the kingdom discovered his success, they wasted no time. The royal court gathered their alchemists, and within a week, they too had learned to replicate the potion.