The cataclysmic roar of the purple thunder clouds hanging over the central colosseum did not merely fade; it vibrated deep within the stone bones of the stadium, paralyzing the breath of tens of thousands of watching spectators . The jagged streaks of dark-purple lightning continued to violently crack across the blackened heavens, snaking down into the absolute core of Tony Clark's low-grade bronze furnace.
Inside that simple, unadorned copper vessel, the raw herbal ingredients plundered from the Vance clan were undergoing a total, reality-shattering transformation . Bypassing the standard, slow melting phases that ordinary alchemists endured, the natural elements were being forcefully compressed by the raw laws of a Heavenly Thunder Pill Tribulation .
