Images flickered through Hutson's mind in a rapid blur, his blood surging, his pulse hammering in his veins.
He shut his eyes, drawing in a slow breath before sinking once more into meditation, willing his turbulent emotions to settle.
Minutes passed.
After nearly ten, a sense of calm finally returned.
"Compared to most potions, this so-called side effect is barely an inconvenience. At worst, it just means spending a little extra time in meditation."
Overall, Hutson was more than satisfied with the Astral Elixir's effects. Meditation itself was a powerful tool for maintaining emotional equilibrium—given enough time, any restlessness could be suppressed.
Of course, there were… other ways to deal with such impulses.
But meditation was a necessity for him—an unshakable discipline. He had no intention of wasting two or three hours every day on distractions. It was simply inefficient.
Efficiency won.
Ten minutes of meditation was all it took to return his mind to clarity.
