Born from an alchemical pursuit few dare attempt, this elixir is said to require fragments of a fallen star; melted down and blended with the dust of ancient crowns. Its light is almost blinding, a liquid promise of greatness forged by those who never settle for "enough."
Legends claim that merchants once waged silent wars to possess its recipe, believing it to be liquid destiny itself. To drink it is to walk beneath a gilded horizon, where even the smallest victory yields gold and glory. Yet the wise remember: true wealth demands more than luck; it demands valor to claim it.