Essence Link System: The Healer's Awakening

At Caelen's Lab

Caelen's lab was quiet, like a chamber holding its breath.

The walls, smooth and dark stone, reflected the pale blue glow of enchanted lanterns hanging above like frozen stars. The air stung faintly with cold. Every breath fogged, every movement echoed. A frost enchantment kept everything below freezing—perfect for preserving delicate herbs, but more importantly, perfect for a man like Caelen.

It was his sanctuary.

Lined along the curved walls were shelves holding rows of jars and glass containers. No eyes of beasts, no bones of monsters—just herbs. Carefully dried, pressed, or floating in preserved mana-infused liquid. The earthy scent of Starleaf, the minty sharpness of Silvermint, the chill bite of Frostwillow—every aroma had its place, arranged by type and purpose: enhancer, sedative, poison, mana stabilizer.

At the center stood a wide alchemical table, smooth blackstone polished from years of use. Instruments lay across it—vials, crystal stirrers, measuring spoons, droplet knives, and a bubbling flask resting on a flickering mana flame, its contents releasing a slow, glittering mist into the air.

In one corner sat a glacier-stone mortar, its edges worn. Beside it, stacked journals—no runes, just clean ink. Caelen's notes. His calculations, his failures, and his triumphs.

He was alone, until the door creaked.

Ryan entered in his human form, tall and quiet. His wild blue hair framed his sharp face, and his glowing wolf eyes scanned the lab with quiet focus.

"My lord," Ryan said, bowing.

Caelen looked up from a test tube and smirked. "You're adjusting well to that body."

Ryan shook his head. "It's not comfort, my lord. I only want to be useful."

"Good," Caelen said. "Because I need your help."

Ryan stepped forward immediately.

Caelen pointed at a shelf. "Bring me the jar over there."

Ryan grabbed it without hesitation and opened it. A cold wind brushed his face. He blinked and smiled faintly. "Fristwillow. This herb… it grew in my homeland. Elsdrem Village."

Caelen's eyebrow lifted. "I didn't know you recognized herbs."

"I don't. But this one—I remember its scent. Wolves marked their territory near it."

Caelen walked over and touched the Fristwillow. The seed inside shimmered—a silvery-blue leaf with frost-tipped veins. Ryan flinched.

"My lord, don't—!"

"I'm fine," Caelen said calmly, showing his bare hand.

Ryan stared. "But it should be freezing you."

Caelen nodded. "When we formed a link, the system granted me affinity to cold."

Ryan blinked, silent in awe.

"The Fristwillow is beautiful but deadly," Caelen continued, holding it up. "It drains body heat from anyone who touches it… unless they belong to the cold."

Ryan looked down at his hand. "That's why I never felt anything."

"Yes," Caelen said. "And despite its danger, it's used in high-grade potions—for cooling unstable mana, treating fire-burn wounds, or calming berserk mana flares."

Ryan rested a hand on his chin. "No wonder humans came to the forest to collect them."

Caelen chuckled. "I'm guessing your pack saw them often."

Ryan smiled softly. "They grew near our den… looked like a frozen garden. Reminded me of home."

Caelen's gaze narrowed on him. "You miss it?"

Ryan didn't reply. The silence was answer enough.

Caelen stepped back and picked another jar. "Then maybe you'll recognize this too."

He opened the lid and held it up.

Ryan's eyes widened. "That's Glacierbloom!"

Caelen nodded, impressed. "Very good."

Ryan looked away humbly. "I'm just remembering."

Caelen touched the massive, pale-blue crystalline petal. "It only blooms once a year… and only at the highest, coldest peaks. Its petals emit chilling mist when plucked."

"It covered the cliffs behind our village," Ryan added. "We'd pass them during our winter hunts."

Caelen smiled. "I got it during our visit to Elsdrem. Dangerous place. Many who go for this herb… don't come back."

Ryan lowered his gaze. "So why tell me all this?"

"You'll see," Caelen replied, eyes glowing faintly.

He placed the Fristwillow seed into the glacier-stone mortar. It pulsed like a snowflake with a heartbeat, releasing a mist of white mana. Then he added the Glacierbloom petal—delicate and glowing, its veins like frozen lightning.

Ryan's voice came in sharp. "My lord, wait. You don't know what will happen if you combine them—"

"I know," Caelen said, voice calm. "But I've been taking risks since I arrived in this cursed kingdom."

He raised his right hand. A red glow formed on his palm. He exhaled.

"Heal."

Light surged.

It poured into the mortar like molten magic. The herbs trembled.

Then they fused.

FWOOSH.

Frost exploded upward in a gentle burst—snow spiraling around them like spirits. The seed cracked, unleashing silver mana. The Glacierbloom petal unraveled, its ice veins glowing brighter, until both melted into each other—becoming one.

The air stilled.

Inside the mortar now pulsed a glowing, pale-blue substance. Frosted around the edges, its core shimmered like the moon. Tiny snowflakes bloomed and melted above it.

Ryan stared. "What… is that?"

Caelen held the stone bowl in both hands. "Winterbound Essence."

Ryan stepped back. His breath caught.

"That's… impossible," he whispered.

"No," Caelen said. "It's ancient. Lost, maybe. But not impossible."

Caelen walked slowly to a larger circular platform as the lab shifted—stone panels rotating and shifting outward, revealing an empty, desolate chamber hidden beneath. The wind from the sudden opening was sharp and pure.

"This place…" Ryan whispered.

"Your new den," Caelen said.

Ryan looked around, heart pounding.

"I wanted to create a space… that felt like home."

Caelen raised the Winterbound Essence. Magic flickered around it like snow kissed by lightning.

Then he released it into the air.

The orb floated—rotating slowly, casting blue light in every direction. Mana in the air shimmered and danced around it.

Then—Caelen snapped his fingers.

FWOOOM!

Flames erupted from his hand. Crimson, sharp, and wild. A roaring flame condensed into a spiral in his palm.

He hurled it.

It struck the orb—CRACK!

The essence didn't fall.

It shattered.

But the shards didn't descend. Instead, they expanded. In slow motion, a wave of silver-blue mana rippled outward, flooding the room like a tidal wave of winter.

BOOOOM!

A blizzard exploded.

Wind howled through the lab as snow erupted from nothing—rushing out like a living creature. Frost crawled across tables, walls, and floor like veins of ice hungry for warmth.

Lanterns flickered out.

The entire lab dimmed, now only lit by the glowing snowfall filling the space. Metal clamps snapped as frost bit into them. Vials cracked under pressure.

The cold was no longer cold—it was presence.

Caelen stood at the center, hair swaying behind him, breath fogging thick.

The temperature dropped so sharply the moisture in the air crystalized midair.

Ryan watched, stunned. His breath caught in his throat—not from cold… but from emotion.

Snow danced around him, falling gently. The room was gone. This wasn't a lab anymore.

This… was Elsdrem.

Caelen smiled as he turned to Ryan. "Feels like home yet?"

Ryan was silent. But his gaze, filled with emotion, said everything.

"Thank you…" he said finally, his voice soft, cracking.

Caelen nodded. "You gave me your loyalty. It's only right I give you back your world."

Ryan walked across the room slowly. Snowflakes melted on his shoulders. He crouched and pressed his palm against the floor.

"I never thought I'd feel it again," he whispered. "The frost. The wind. The stillness…"

Caelen watched him with a quiet smile. Then, silently, he turned and walked away—leaving Ryan to his peace.

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Later, in the lab's upper floor

Caelen stretched, cracking his neck. The fatigue was setting in.

"Too much magic," he muttered, rubbing his fingers. "But worth it."

A knock came.

Veralia entered, holding a tray of food. "I made dinner."

Caelen turned. "Thank you. I'll be there shortly."

She looked around. "Where's Ryan?"

Caelen smiled faintly. "He's… home."

Veralia tilted her head. "Home?"

Caelen stepped toward her and gently kissed her forehead. "Don't worry about it. He's fine."

She blushed softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "If you say so."

Caelen smiled, watching snowflakes drift gently from beneath the floor.

Then, in a whisper, he said to himself—

"This… is true alchemy."

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