For a powerful Mage, all he had to remember was the upper limit of magic he could use each day in order to maintain a fierce battle.
And he was facing this predicament himself.
Now, all he could hope for was that everything he had done would be useful.
Otherwise, what else could he do?!
With such firmness and resolve in his heart, he fiercely threw another test tube he had pulled out.
The fragile glass slammed against the cold, hard stone and shattered almost instantly, the dark green liquid inside splashing out in all directions.
Under the moonlight's glow, the liquid burst into the air amidst the clear moonlight, then slowly descended.
Sinking into the fertile forest soil, penetrating rotting leaves, magic was nurturing a powerful energy.
The chasing mercenaries finally caught up at this moment, completely unaware of what lay beneath their feet, thinking what the Alchemist had thrown was just a decoy.
