The Alchemy Association occupied an entire district in the capital, its sprawling complex surrounded by towering walls of white stone and adorned with intricate carvings of flames, cauldrons, and mythical beasts.
Unlike the residences of the noble clans, which often relied on extravagant displays of wealth to establish their prestige, the association's buildings were designed with a particular purpose in mind.
Tall chimneys rose from the rooftops, releasing thin streams of coloured smoke, while protective formations shimmered faintly across the courtyards. Even from a distance, Damian could sense the fluctuations of magical energy coming from within.
The palanquin descended toward the main entrance, drawing the attention of several guards stationed beside the gates. The moment they recognised the insignia of the Prince of Lust, their expressions changed. One hurried forward to clear the entrance, while another ran inside to inform the association's leadership.
