Demon Hunt

Gilan lowered his eyes and carefully examined his hands.

On the palms of both his left and right hands, a circular mark had been inscribed. At the center of each was an equilateral triangle, forming a basic alchemical array.

At every vertex of the equilateral triangle was another circle, each containing another equilateral triangle.

This pattern repeated in layers, nested four times over.

Dense lines and symbols filled the marks. At a glance, they were enough to make one's eyes blur and head spin.

When Paracelsus had inscribed them earlier, Gilan had felt no pain. Yet now, a faint warmth and pricking sensation came from his palms.

"The left hand for decomposition, the right for reconstruction?"

Gilan studied the pathways of the Sage Secret Pattern on his palms and murmured.

But soon, his gaze sharpened.

Gilan abruptly raised his head and looked at his teacher, Paracelsus, in surprise.

"No... it doesn't seem to be that."

"You noticed?" The white-haired old man smiled. "In truth, the Sage Secret Patterns on both hands are for decomposition. They function independently, yet can also stack together to achieve a more powerful decomposition effect... If you press your palms together, they can be combined into a reconstruction array."

"So that's how it is." Gilan raised a brow.

His Sage Secret Pattern was clearly different from his teacher's. Paracelsus's decomposition and reconstruction arrays were not separated, but fused into one, making casting faster and more powerful.

"Come, give it a try." As Paracelsus spoke, he took a vial of thick black reagent from a drawer. "This is an Alchemical Catalyst. Its energy is limited and far inferior to a Philosopher's Stone, but it will be enough to support several uses of alchemy."

Gilan silently accepted the reagent from his teacher.

Then he poured it over both