[ His eyebrow raises, curious. ] Had you not considered potions alchemy?
[ Perhaps it functions differently in Claude's sphere. Alchemy is a science in his, one born from combining magic and ingredients. Mages brew elixirs as much as they cast spells.
That sounds familiar, though. Bloodlines. Extracting the qualities found in them to create something new. Something that perhaps should not have been created. ]
That's about how Witchers were made. [ He finishes tightening the bandage, making sure the wound can still breathe. Then he sits back, giving his hands a scrub in the snow. ] Suppose we might never know. I'm not positive they even understand it.
[ People fucking about with things they don't fully comprehend is all too common. ]
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[ Perhaps it functions differently in Claude's sphere. Alchemy is a science in his, one born from combining magic and ingredients. Mages brew elixirs as much as they cast spells.
That sounds familiar, though. Bloodlines. Extracting the qualities found in them to create something new. Something that perhaps should not have been created. ]
That's about how Witchers were made. [ He finishes tightening the bandage, making sure the wound can still breathe. Then he sits back, giving his hands a scrub in the snow. ] Suppose we might never know. I'm not positive they even understand it.
[ People fucking about with things they don't fully comprehend is all too common. ]