"Mr. Straitor, even if you are my teacher, I cannot allow you to get away with this."
Straitor sighed and said,
"Byrne, you have not yet seen a perfect Philosopher's Stone; you do not understand its allure. Human life is truly meaningless. Their ability to bring about the Stone's creation is already the most wonderful conclusion."
Straitor's eyes, as they looked at Byrne, held madness, and he suddenly started screaming!
"Let me go, I cannot die like this! If I can't produce a perfect Philosopher's Stone, then those people will have died in vain! It absolutely cannot end like this!"
Byrne shook his head solemnly and then instructed two Purgers to take his teacher away, while the old man still stared at the sky, yelling and shouting.
"The Philosopher's Stone, it is the whole meaning of alchemy!"
Byrne couldn't help but subconsciously wonder.
The Philosopher's Stone.
That alleged perfect alchemical tool, is it really that miraculous?
