Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
Dudian looked at some of the bottles and jars on the table next to her. All of them were tagger but instead of words they had strange symbols painted on them. Some of them had sun, some had the sun and stars overlapping while the others had hooks and so on painted on the stickers.
"What's this?" asked Dudian.
Nightingale saw the bottle which he was referring to and replied in confusion: "Don't you know the signs?"
Dudian thought and shooh his head: "No idea."
"Haven't you memorized the basic alchemy symbols? How come?" Nightingale was stunned.
It was the first time that Dudian heard the phrase 'Alchemy symbols'. He was slightly surprised but fortuntely there was a mask on his face which didn't let the others see the expression on his face. He knew that symbols are used to mark anything... Like the mathematical symbols...