The Struggle For Victory

The doors opened as alchemists were forced inside. Quite a few of them didn't like being manhandled, but had to keep their mouths shut as one wrong action might get them killed.

A big hallway unfolded in their view as soft couches were placed around a big table, the hallway acted like a common space as it connected various rooms.

"Get going!" the guards urged the alchemists to move as they were quite dazed by the cozy atmosphere that this place had. There was even a sweet fragrance permeating the room as it soothed one's nerves.

The group was pushed towards the rooms that didn't have names written on them. 

"Your name?" the guards started to inquire for their names as they personally wrote right on the doors. They carved in the wood by surgically destroying the wood using their corrosive mana as names appeared on the doors.