Polysaturating Reverberating Infusion (Gray) sits on the worn counter like a captured storm, a slender vial of glass that reflects the room in jagged slivers. The liquid inside is a whisper of smoke, a gray so dense it seems to hold its own shadow, swirling faintly with every breath the shop makes. Tiny sigils spiral around the neck, etched with patient care, while the stopper gleams with frost, as if ice were grown into its crown. When you lift it, the air carries a soft, persistent drone, a note you might hear in a far-off bell tower that has learned to echo the world back at you. The gray hue feels purposeful, almost neutral, as if the infusion exists to quiet the noise of chaos and remind the bearer that balance can be earned by listening to the right hum. In the light of a silver morning, I watched a seasoned artificer cradle the bottle and speak of it as if it were a quiet pact. The gray infusion, she said, is not showy. It doesn’t demand a throne on a shelf, but it does demand a place in a steady plan. Its purpose is not to shout about power, but to tune a piece of gear so it can sing with a steadier voice. When slotted into the right armor or weapon, it lends a measured patience to your movements, letting you weave between danger and opportunity with fewer loud mistakes. Warriors have learned to pair it with the right relics to extend a run through a dense map, while engineers prize its subtle, almost forensic, precision in timing their tools to the moment of impact. The infusion’s gray is neither dull nor bleak; it’s a quiet thread that holds a larger pattern together, a reminder that some upgrades are not about spectacle but about becoming a calmer, more deliberate version of yourself in the heat of combat. The infusion also threads into the larger tapestry of the world’s markets. Traders speak of it in hushed tones, as if weighing a memory as much as a price. Its charm lies in its versatility—enough to be meaningful across several builds, yet not so precious that it vanishes the moment a new patch lands. I wandered into a stall where the hands of merchants moved as if the room itself had lungs, listening for stories of when the Gray infusions came in with the last caravan. The going rate isn’t fixed, changing with supply and mood, but in the morning light you’ll often hear tell of a few silver to a handful more for someone daring enough to chase the rumor. Saddlebag Exchange, a bustling nook where traders trade in seconds and scruples, is where those whispers become receipts. It’s not a glossy storefront, but a pulse of the market—plates clink, coins exchange, and the Gray infusion slips from one eager palm to another with a soft, grateful tingle of resonance. So the Polysaturating Reverberating Infusion (Gray) remains a patient token in a world that never stops moving. It doesn’t shout; it waits for the right moment, the right gear, the right story to bind to. And when it finds that moment, it does more than upgrade a stat line—it grants a wearer a steadier heartbeat, a measured pace, and a chance to hear the world’s bells more clearly, even amid the clamor.