Seoul Object Story

The alchemist of the tower was having a dream.

It was a dream of an important memory, deeply embedded in her soul.

In the dream, she was standing by the window in the fading light of her laboratory, gazing at the traces of the distant city.@@novelbin@@

The Evolution Liquid was slowly consuming the city, spreading like ink on a page.

The sky had already been overtaken by darkness, and only the faint light of the moon illuminated the laboratory.

Her brown hair fluttered in the breeze as she stood by the window, her eyes filled with deep contemplation.

In her hand was the Halo she had received from the Blue Girl, emitting a faint glow.

"Is this really alright...?"

She murmured quietly.

Other alchemists would never have made this choice.

They were all working on grander plans.

Plans to prevent the world's destruction and reach the gods.

In the face of such plans, the lives of individuals were merely tiny dots in a much larger picture.

But she was different.

She looked at the mirrors hanging on the walls of the laboratory.

In the mirrors, as if they were fragments of daily life, countless people were alive and breathing.

Merchants buying and selling in the market.

Children studying in the academy.

People laughing and chatting in the streets.