"Ah, Raylo. You're here."
It was Master Delin who was the first to snap out of that frenzied state.
He turned his head to look at Raylo. Even his usually composed face held a trace of irrepressible excitement.
"Do you see it?"
He extended his hand, pointing at the magnificent Melting Furnace.
"This is… the miracle of Alchemy!"
"A… truly great creation, one capable of upending the entire world!"
For once, Elemental Tyrant Gregory didn't argue. His eyes, like molten lava, were locked onto the Furnace of All Things, and a heavy, bellows-like sound rasped from his throat.
'Madman… That Phillips fellow is a complete and utter madman!'
he muttered to himself.
'He actually… actually tried to touch upon the power of 'Creation'!'
"More than an attempt."
The voice of Space Traveler Morpheus drifted out from beneath his black robes, laced with a dreamlike wonder.
"In a sense, he's already… succeeded."
"This isn't just a Melting Furnace."
