The alchemist watched everything he had conjured crumble away.

The various potions he scattered were dispersed by the divine power, burned away by the magic wielded by the mage.

The many creations he summoned were torn apart by the weapons before them.

The tentacles he extended burst under the blow of a blunt weapon.

The alchemist couldn’t believe the reality he was facing.

It had been less than two years. Since he had missed that damn little brat, only this much time had passed.

But to think that in such a short time, they could have become this strong—was that …