On the Throne, Chemistry Reigns Supreme

In the secretive hours of night, visions that do not belong to this world appear in Azshara's mind. They contain no magical radiance or arcane chants, only bubbles churning in jars and bottles, flames burning inside transparent vessels, the roar produced when liquids meet powders, and sets of rules so precise they seem almost cold. It is an entirely different kind of knowledge, a power detached from faith and divine revelation. It does not chant spells or summon stars, yet in the ordinary heat of a furnace it can refine the outlines of a new world. This knowledge is quiet and rational, promising neither immortality nor salvation from any deity. It answers only one question: if you want to know the truth, you must first admit your ignorance.