In the space dominated by endless darkness, a heavy silence descended around the Round Table.

On the white marble Round Table, nine golden candles burned, but even their light seemed insufficient to push back the surrounding thick darkness.

The nine alchemists gathered around the Round Table were each engaged in their own actions.

One was endlessly observing a girl through shapes created by sand.

Another was gazing at the city of humans unfolding beyond the veil.

But what all the alchemists had in common was their concern for the intense battle unfolding beyond the veil.

Beyond the veil, the gray …