Within the House of the Alchemists...
A man sat on his imposing throne, with men and women bowing before him in a grand hall. The room buzzed with anticipation as the air grew thick with a sense of urgency.
"House leader, you summoned us?" One of the young men spoke, his voice filled with a mix of curiosity and determination.
"Yes, an S-rank danger approaches us. All seven houses have formed an alliance, and we are tasked with crafting potions for the soldiers who will fight in the upcoming battle. Though we may lack conventional combat skills, as potion and medicine crafters, we possess the ability to defend ourselves, do we not?" The family leader spoke, his voice resonating with authority.
"Yes, Sir!" All the alchemists chorused, their voices brimming with confidence.