An assortment of materials were called upon that he tossed into the cauldron: the cores of the stitched golems he vanquished, fangs of the monstrous gorilla, and even the last fragment obtained from Mafui'e.
Beatrice leaned closer to take a look at the molten shard held in the young man's hand, inspecting it with her cosmic gaze, "That is quite the artifact you have there. Are you sure you want to use that?"
"Yeah, it's fine," Zero confirmed with a smile, adding the fragment into the mix.
The ladle began to be stirred in a hypnotic motion with the youthful-appearing witch beginning the process, "Then, let us create something anew."
As the ingredients were mixed into a stew of chaos, the liquid boiled with a fluctuation of complexions; mossy green, sky-blue, and the orange of burning magma.
"Aaaahh…" The melodic singing returned from the witch as she moved the ladle while sprinkling unknown powders into the cauldron.
