"Another?" Up above the clouds, beyond the layers of the Evercrown Ceremony's planetary atmospheric territory, the Overseer exclaimed gloomily as they felt the fluctuations of Alchemical Auras permeate the world. She was a lithe, dainty woman of the human race, roughly eighteen to nineteen in physical appearance with shoulder-length cinnamon hair and olive skin tone. Her emitted life aura, however, foretold the vicissitudes of the ages, exceeding tens of thousands of years.