Alchemy:

Magick and science on Everwealth, though often studied as distinct disciplines, find their most peculiar union in alchemy, a field that demands both reverence and caution. Alchemy bridges the gap between the two like nothing else, blending the latent magick in mundane materials with intricate experiments to satisfy an endless array of needs. Sadly, as with so many things, the Great Schism claimed the deeper mysteries of this craft. What remains is but a shadow of its former majesty, yet even these scraps continue to shape our lives, often in ways we’d rather not admit. Take homunculi, for example. These constructs, once commonplace, are now whispered of in equal parts wonder and revulsion. The Lost Ages saw them as tools, tireless, obedient, and grotesquely efficient, crafted from harvested organic remains, stitched together with invasive precision, and infused with magickal energy to serve their creators. Today, they are forbidden across much of the land, deemed an affront to nature and the dignity of life itself. Still, you’ll find them in the dark corners of forgotten ruins or lurking in the wilds, their twisted, chimeric forms scavenging for scraps of vitality to sustain their fleeting existence. The purpose-built bodies of homunculi may vary, but the process never fails to chill the soul, this is life made unnatural. Then there are alchemical brews, those ever-so tantalizing relics of the Lost Ages. Products like Potions of healing that once mended flesh and defied aging for millions are now so rare acquiring one could bankrupt a town, making them a fantasy to most. Surviving samples of such dwindling potions even diluted to near-uselessness or expired into deadly poisons, their very existence tempts the desperate and the foolish alike to their deaths searching the frontiers for them every day. Other creations, medicines, stimulants, poisons, or maddeningly untested concoctions, carry the same seductive promise: power, transformation, or salvation, for a price.

 
Alchemy, for all its wonders and horrors, is a mirror of those who practice it, bold, ingenious, just a bit too eager to play god. So, remember: whether it’s a glimmering homunculus shambling through the Bog of Lies or an ancient potion crumbling to dust in your hands, alchemy’s true legacy is not just its creations but the warnings they leave behind.