The Alchemists' Guild, an organization that had once enjoyed great prominence, possessed secret arts of destruction powerful enough to make the world take notice.
Their flames could not only light up the night but burn entire city-states to ashes.
Over the past few centuries, however, with the rise of the Citadel's system, maesters had gradually supplanted ancient alchemy in the esteem of the powerful.
The Pyromancers could only watch helplessly as their influence dwindled.
A month earlier, Liu Qian had used iron-fisted measures to bring these alchemists scattered across Lys and Tyrosh to the workshops in Crown Town.
These Pyromancers had been somewhat apprehensive upon their arrival, but when they learned that this young king actually wanted them to produce wildfire and had promised funding, fervor instantly took over their faces.
Just then, Qyburn emerged from the depths of the workshop.
He wore a robe, and his face bore an excited expression.
As a maester who had studied the occult extensively, he had participated in the production of wildfire from start to finish.
He had not merely supervised but had also been deeply involved in the production process.
Now, he had finally completed the task Liu Qian had entrusted to him.
Qyburn spoke with barely suppressed excitement. "Your Grace, we devoted all our efforts to this, working day and night without rest, and have finally produced several hundred jars of wildfire."
He stepped aside to lead the way.
Liu Qian followed Qyburn through the workshop's central area, which was crammed with all manner of complex alchemical apparatus, and turned toward an open-air area far from the main cluster of buildings.
Here, the entrance to a cellar stood ominously.
Several armored soldiers stood at the entrance, scanning their surroundings with solemn expressions.
Qyburn motioned for the guards to open the heavy,