His silver-gray gaze turned to the arena above—there, the final duel was about to begin.
The staff was nervously preparing the field and tools, as the large constructs were far from ordinary creations. Under Phales' instructions, two enormous arenas were laid before the audience.
People were reviewing each material needed, and the most precious Core Crystal even required special approval from the Council—a group of alchemists in various colored coats gathered in the square, fervently debating...
Ande slowly spoke: "But just as with your reasoning," he turned, looking at Count Westwood Sibika, the son of an old friend: "Ade is my student. Even if at this moment no one stands by him, I must support him—"
"George, do you understand what I mean?"
Count Westwood Sibika did not respond.
The old man had already turned again and stepped towards the stage.
Because of Alchemy.
This was the transition of old and new civilization, the passing of the torch.
