"Finally... Back home."
Anatole ran his ten fingers along his eyebrows, sweeping his dangling hair behind his ears, greedily breathing in the air as he let the sunlight drench his body, reveling in the joy of return.
With a light snap of his fingers, dirt flew upwards, spinning rapidly around him, deconstructing and then reassembling, and in the blink of an eye, it formed a set of classical European-style robes, perfectly fitting his figure.
"Changing the form of an object... truly is Alchemy."
Marvin's gaze grew heavier, confirming Anatole's identity as a master of Alchemy, but...
They, too, had something with a similar effect in their hands—the Mermaid's Tear!
"Everyone."
Anatole floated up, rising high into the sky, overlooking Tver City below: "If possible, I would also love to sit down and chat with you, to explore the mysteries of Alchemy. It's just a pity... I don't like to waste time."
