At the front lines, in a world controlled by an Alchemy Civilization!
Silver!
An endless silver torrent spread across the world.
Kalendor, a Fifth Level Alchemist, wore purple armor as he darted through the skies, swinging the purple longsword in his hand again and again.
The million-meter-long purple longsword tore through the Winged Serpent made of Silver Metal before him!
The once-sharp blade had already developed countless notches after repeated clashes.
But Kalendor didn't dare stop moving. Every time he swung his sword, he held nothing back.
The endless silver beasts made him feel as if he were adrift on a storm-tossed ocean, liable to be swallowed at any moment.
Death constantly threatened his soul, forcing him to unleash his full power.
One by one, comrades of the same rank fell beside him.
But Kalendor had no time to pay attention to them. He'd noticed silver-white threads spreading across the armor he wore.
His armor was being assimilated bit by bit. Soon, he would lose control of it completely.
Amid the chaos, Kalendor struck the silver beast beside him away with all his might, then abruptly retreated some distance. He barely escaped the battlefield and gained a brief moment to catch his breath.
"Damn it, even Tears of El, with the highest level of resistance, can't stop this assimilation?"
Kalendor lowered his head to look at his armor and cursed under his breath. A trace of fear flashed across his face.
Without hesitation, Kalendor pressed his left hand against his armor.
Countless fine patterns spread from his right hand. They glowed blue and quickly enveloped the silver-white threads.
The enclosed silver-white threads broke away, but the price was a surface covered in countless cracks.
Looking at the cracked armor, Kalendor slightly raised his left hand. The air rippled, and a