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The heart of blue magic pulsates within this very form. Arcane Elixir, a swirling concoction of celestial energy, is more than just a substance. It is the patron of those who command the arcane arts, granting them with unimaginable strength. Whispers tell of its manifestation in a ancient dimension, where celestial influences converge. Alchemist