The coldness of the desert night covered the entire environment made up of black and scorched earth. The entire formation was shattered into pieces, and only a few black pillars could be seen around. But at that moment, Alm and Bruno stared coldly at a human who had a palpable aura of death around him.
Their gazes silently met; then, that patriarch made a move, bringing something to his mouth. In that second, the whale's eyes trembled slightly, and the patriarch swallowed a pill.
'That... was a six-ring pill?' Bruno mentally murmured, incredulous.
Detue, who made the five-ring Yang pill, was certainly one of the best alchemists on this planet, and yet, he himself didn't believe he could make a five-ring one. A six-ring? If that could be done by some miracle, it should have been a few times in the history of this planet.
And as always, any Golden Tickets and Stones are welcome. ;)
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