Seoul Object Story

In the space dominated by endless darkness, the hands of the alchemists surrounding the white marble round table moved busily.

The final alchemical ritual, initiated by the Blue Girl's suggestion, was rushing toward its climax.

The magical formulas created by the nine alchemists, each specializing in different fields, were so complex and intricate that they could not be compared to anything else.

The hands of the one who controlled space drew patterns in the air, while the staff of the one who created illusions refined them.

The light that bloomed from the fingertips of the one who circulated matter filled the patterns, and the gaze of the one who made contracts breathed life into them.

The alchemy they were creating was not just a skill; it was an art.

It was a bold attempt, as if defying the laws of the universe or challenging the domain of the gods.

But there was no hesitation in their movements.

They were certain that this would be their greatest achievement, the last legacy they could leave behind.

At the moment the ritual was nearing completion, an unexpected change occurred.

The endless darkness surrounding the round table began to slowly turn white.

It spread naturally, like paint bleeding, but at the same time, it gave off a threatening feeling, as if it could erase everything.

"This..."

A sigh, mixed with confusion, escaped from the mouth of the mage of contracts.@@novelbin@@

The round table began to fade, like morning mist.

The pure white space that had swallowed the Gray Reaper was now encroaching upon where they stood.

Before the wave of white that had climbed up the chain of causality, their existence, made of thoughts, seemed infinitely fragile.