Thale's eyes widened as he read the challenge posted at the top of the board. It was an old, yellowed piece of paper, with bold, black letters that read, "Survive my medical experiments and I will accept you as my disciple." Thale's heart raced as he considered what this could mean. Was this master a mad scientist, conducting cruel and dangerous experiments on their disciples? Or was this just a test of resilience and determination, a way to weed out the weak and select only the strongest and most talented alchemists?
He couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as he thought about the possibilities. He had always been drawn to the art of alchemy, the magic of turning base metals into gold and concocting powerful potions. And now, here was an opportunity to study under a master, learn the secrets of alchemy and become a master himself.
