A few days later, in the laboratory of Heath's Lighthouse.
Glug, glug, glug!
Ding! Ding! Dang! Dang!
All kinds of strange sounds echoed in the laboratory. The colorful liquid inside the crucible was bubbling out. In front of the long wooden table, Heath was holding a few glass test tubes and pouring the liquid inside. The test tubes collided with each other from time to time, making crisp sounds.
"Two arrowheads... Ugh, why does this Three-Leafed Flower look so strange..."
"Two Pitot Fruit cores..."
"Amy, are the white frog legs ready?"
"Right away, Sir Wizard."
Under Heath's urging, Amy hurried over with an iron plate. On the plate were the white frog legs that had been processed. The neurons that had not lost their activity were still controlling the twitching of the muscles.
Heath took the white frog legs and threw them into the crucible. A purple flame rose from the crucible.
