Death, extinction, revival...
Understanding, decomposition, then reconstruction...
To imbue death with life, to liberate the spirit of matter, to recreate matter, and reshape the soul, evolving into entirely new species.
This is Alchemy!
The earth's thorns swept through the rat horde like a meat grinder, scattering their formation, and as the sudden attack plunged the rats into complete chaos, they didn't know what to do; their small brains couldn't handle such complex problems, and the wildness that ran in their hot blood cooled in the screams of their companions.
They began to flee, no longer possessing the courage to attack, escaping in all directions like dogs that had lost their homes, even if it meant stepping over the bodies of their comrades to escape this domain shrouded by death.
The fear of death suppressed their fierce nature.
