The next few days passed in a relentless cycle. Seeds were planted, harvested, and planted again.
Riven pushed his mana reserves to their limit, expanding the farmlands inch by inch. Each time he drained himself, he'd restore his energy with the new Etherbloom-infused mana potions Mal had crafted, only to push himself again. The process was exhausting, but the results spoke for themselves.
By the end of it, the once-barren fields stretched farther than before, rich with abyss-touched crops. The storage room Krux had constructed—sturdy, reinforced, and designed to preserve the herbs' potency—was filled to the brim with carefully packed bundles. Rows of Nightshade Marrow, Bloodroot, Etherbloom, and Void Thistle were stacked neatly in crates, each labeled and sorted.
