Ren was in the middle of a mountain of records when the soldier burst into his office.
The constant tremor shaking the city had knocked several scrolls to the floor, adding chaos to an already complicated situation.
"Sir," the soldier panted, clearly exhausted. "Lucien needs you to buy meta... metamorpho-something potions..."
"Metamorpho what?" Ren barely looked up.
His hands moved quickly among documents while organizing equipment distribution for soldiers preparing to depart. The reports from the last few minutes were concerning; the expedition seemed to be in serious trouble.
"I'm not sure, sir," the soldier admitted. "But it has to do with what Von Lucien did at the central statue with the blue core."
This caught Ren's attention.
He put the documents on the table, which shook again. Since they'd brought that supposed core, the entire city seemed to be undergoing some kind of transformation.
