A Year Later

In the Year of 829, the Month of Fire, in an alchemy lab in Babel.

On the walls, ceilings, and floor, there were magic patterns in different colors, shining, and together they formed a complicated magic circle that covered the entire lab, thus preventing any noise from sneaking in and reducing the blazing light.

The Robe of Grand Arcanists that Lucien was wearing still looked like a long, black suit, instead of the style of the ancient magic empire. Right now, the suit was slightly bulging to prevent the last remaining amount of harmful substances away from Lucien. While in the space, Lucien's cognitive world was affecting reality and a starry sky where element spots were floating, eating, and blending in anything tangible or intangible around.