War Begins

The Philosopher's Stone transformed into an indeterminate form, merging into Gilan's body as pure, crimson, perfect energy and intertwining with his spirituality.

Gilan raised his hands.

He lowered his head and looked at his palms.

The pair of intricate alchemical brands faintly emitted a crimson glow, brightening and dimming as though they were breathing.

"Master, I can feel it..."

Gilan spoke in a deep voice.

"The immense power of the Philosopher's Stone is surging within me. I can draw upon it whenever I wish."

"That is the wonder of the Sage Secret Pattern."

Paracelsus smiled.

"One could also say that I designed the Sage Secret Pattern specifically for the Philosopher's Stone. The two complement one another; neither can exist without the other."

Gilan nodded, inwardly impressed.

Originally, neither the Philosopher's Stone nor the Sage Secret Pattern had existed in this world.

Yet Paracelsus had relied on his vast knowledge and experience to forcibly bring both things from theory and fantasy into reality, step by step.

Such an achievement was a feat for the entire field of alchemy... no, for the entire mystical world.

It was simply that few people in this day and age knew of it.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the outside world, Paracelsus was the most outstanding mysticism master and alchemist of the last century, perhaps even of the present age.

But they could never have imagined that his true capabilities and research achievements far exceeded the world's expectations.

"Gilan."

At that moment, Paracelsus spoke again.

Only, he lowered his voice, his tone becoming more solemn and serious.

"The war has begun..."

"Hm?" Gilan froze.

Realizing something, he frowned.

"Have Bremen and Ovena officially begun fighting?"

"Yes." Paracelsus nodded, leaning back against his chair.

He held his cup in both hands and gazed into the distant, bright