It seemed, almost paradoxically so, that every window upon Dark Alchemy pointed towards the Transmutation. Alexus Repentious always forgot how beautiful it was each time he looked away, always remembered each time he looked back. To look and not forget would be to go mad. There were things that had no place in this universe. He flexed his hand. No, he thought, no place at all.
He turned his gaze from the void with the practiced ease of an Alchemic Twila and walked down the hallway, finding the scents had not changed since he was a boy. He mused at that fact, wondering if that metal aroma was the same one his forebears had breathed millenia ago. It would not have surprised him. It could all have been intentional, knowing the alchemists. They loved their history. He was brought back to his time as a Covalent in the apprenticeship of lonesome Master Abreius. {Let me tell you a story} he used to begin, {no, not a story, a chronicle, the sacrifices of those who came before that have let us come so far…}
Alexus brought in a gasp of air and let the memory take him.
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– Paxos and Lithia –
Something yet lives at Mercy’s End
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