The ethereal surge vanished without a trace, like an illusion.
Looking up at the smiling old friend, Yas suddenly recalled that Lebius had always been the most peculiar one among them.
Few ever knew what Lebius was thinking; he rarely shared his thoughts, always brewing them in the depths of his heart.
Compared to a living person, sometimes Lebius felt more like a cold iron sword.
Silent, cold, ruthless, sharp, and deadly.
Lebius never spoke needlessly; he would simply put away all his emotions and put his thoughts into action, silently executing his will.
"What a surprise, Lebius."
Yas spoke softly.
It wasn't his first time seeing Lebius's alchemy matrix. What truly shocked him was that he didn't sense the ether lingering around Lebius until the appearance of the initial activation phenomenon, as if it had always been winding around him, fueling the alchemy matrix.
