Hamiel's question, steeped in principle and honor, barely lingered in the air before Ashok smirked, his expression carrying an unmistakable air of confidence.
His voice was steady, deliberate, as he began—
"First—the fruits, grown in an environment enriched with nature-elemental mana, thriving in untouched abundance."
Hamiel furrowed his brows, confusion creeping into his features as he leaned forward slightly.
"What are you talking about?"
His tone held genuine bewilderment, his mind struggling to follow where fruits suddenly fit into this conversation.
But Ashok wasn't stopping.
"They are harvested at the peak of ripeness—when their essence reaches absolute balance. More than fifty varieties are crushed together to extract a heavenly mixture. Then, through perfect timing, aging, and a specialized filtering process, a rare liquid is born."
The words flowed like a carefully crafted explanation, woven with purpose.
