After the sun had risen into the sky, the warmth it cast was slow-coming, scarcely managing to completely dispel the chill of the night.
Sparrows, ants, hares, bats, field mice, and owls. As the sun yawned lazily, these tiny creatures scrambled up the mountain as if monstrous predators were snapping at their heels...
Sparrows, bats, and owls flapped their wings, scattering in all directions towards the mountain peaks and quickly forming a dense network in the sky. Separately, ants, hares, and field mice, in their own ways—burrowing, hopping, escaping—soon established extensive strongholds in various corners of the mountain.
"Shared Perspective!" Milo commanded.
At the foot of the mountain, six Alchemists stood in a circle, within which a Hexagram Symbol was slowly forming.
Each Alchemist stood at a point of the hexagram, representing good and evil, love and hate, and life and death.
