Velin's fingers tapped lightly on the ancient parchment.
His expression was slightly annoyed, carrying the sense of absurdity one might feel after finding a treasure chest only to discover it had a fingerprint lock.
Valerius drew closer. Seeing Velin's furrowed brow, he misunderstood his concern.
"This is dangerous, Velin, I'm not joking. The creator of this 'Mindflow' formula was an absolute madman."
The master alchemist's voice was low, his tone a mixture of condemnation and regret.
"He pursued ultimate power, believing that gentle advancement was a waste of an alchemist's talent. But he overlooked the most important thing—balance. His theories were like a runaway carriage: either they would carry you to the heavens, or they would hurl you into the abyss."
Velin looked up, his gaze passing over Valerius to a row of identical glass vessels in the corner of the room.
"Master, I think I understand this madman's train of thought," Velin said pensively.
"What?"
