Boom!
The entire alchemy workshop was instantly reduced to ruins amidst the thunderous roar. The advanced alchemical equipment, capable of forging the extraordinary and known for its robustness, was easily crushed, twisted, and obliterated like paper toys in a child's hands.
Ansel, veins bulging on his neck and temples, gripped his scepter tightly, remaining silent.
Sinister, black tendrils emerged from the void, writhing like a swarm of serpents, sending chills down one's spine.
Ansel's eyes, now completely black, stared fixedly at Ravenna and Helen within the light screen, the madness in the darkness starkly evident.
"I did not come to this conclusion without reason... Since that journey to the Zero Realm Enigma, I have sensed something unusual between you and Mr. Flamelle. You have been deliberately avoiding Mr. Flamelle, and he has been speaking as if... giving his final instructions."
"Ansel, at that moment, I was truly in despair."
