Far from the battlefield, two alchemical spheres, one large and one small, rolled forward in the midst of swirling sandstorms. The surfaces of the spheres were scarred, and their alchemical components varied in age and condition.
"I wonder when the war will end. I really want to go back to the Endless Sea and see that vast, endless blue ocean. Even my mood would improve," Stella murmured softly.
She looked at Herman, whose brow was furrowed. "Herman, are you still worried about the Gray Tower?"
"Yeah, when we left the Gray Tower without the presence of a Third-Circle Wizard, Morpheus would definitely take advantage of them..." Herman replied.
"Don't think too much. Endure a little longer, and when the war is over, perhaps we can go back. Besides, didn't you say Levi is extraordinary? Maybe he has grown up and can handle things on his own now," Stella said.
