Lucas worked for hours, his chamber thick with the scent of alchemical fumes and burning reagents. The table before him was cluttered with emptied flasks, melted beakers, and scraps of metal scorched black. His hands moved with frightening confidence...steady, precise, and almost too efficient for a human.
One by one, deadly creations began to take form.
A vial of swirling emerald vapor...alive, shifting, hissing softly inside the glass.
A single breath of it could dissolve lungs.
He named it "Verdant Reaper."
Next, a black crystalline sphere, cold to the touch, storing compressed destructive force. When activated, the explosion it would unleash could rival an Ascendant's full-power strike.
He named this one "Death Core."
Then came a thin metal canister, sealed with a triple-layered lock. Inside was a pale mist that shimmered like moonlight...a paralytic gas that froze every nerve in the body while keeping the victim alive and fully conscious.
He called it "Silent Choir."
