The influence of that ga, like a whisper lost in the passage of ti, quietly dissipated into nothingness.
The land, once miraculous due to the enhancent potent, now lay dormant, devoid of the possibility of wonders, returning to a past state of silent diocrity… unchanged as before.
The grand debate that had drawn Evora's gaze vanished inexplicably, as if it had never occurred, never existed, fading from the discourse of the influential.
At this mont, Helen, at the Alchemy Association, gave no thought to these matters, and it was highly unlikely she would consider them in the future.
She was visiting the President of the Alchemy Association, Pablo Celsus, faithfully executing Ansel's directive—to craft for Evora the second-stage chanical armor, the Etheric Armant.
In the entire empire, in the whole world, only she and Ansel possessed the knowledge to create such fantastical weapons. Yet, due to her limitations, Helen needed to enlist at least three of the most supre alchemists to turn her vision into reality.
"So, Miss Ziegler, you wish for to assist you in completing this... Etheric Armant?"
Pablo Celsus massaged his temples, "From a design perspective, this is truly... a remarkable fantasy."
"Forcibly elevating an extraordinary being's comprehension and understanding of ether and essence to achieve an alternative 'ascension'—you are aware of the risks involved, Miss Ziegler?"
The alchemy master, known for his gentle and approachable deanor, spoke with gravity: "Based on your described principles, this is akin to pushing the user towards the brink of an abyss. Those who practice on the Heavenly Road may very well fall into it, while those extraordinary beings already treading the abyss could be further consud... Why would you create such a weapon?"
Helen's response was simple and direct: "Because Lord Elder Princess requires it."
Pablo's mouth opened, but no words ca out, his expression gradually shifting from serious to one of helpless distress.
The old man sighed deeply, "If that's the case, I have nothing more to say. So... are you here on behalf of Lord Elder Princess?"
"I do not represent Lord Elder Princess."
Beneath the grey-white rimd glasses, those dim, lightless purple eyes narrowed slightly: "I only stand with Lord Ansel."
"Then why—"
"Don't you wish to personally create such a thing?"
Helen interrupted Pablo, calmly inquiring: "To surpass the insurmountable limits of an extraordinary being signifies the infinite possibilities of 'creation'."
For most sorcerers in this world, there is but one path—to perish on the quest for truth.
And as the pinnacle among sorcerers, the majority of alchemists hold the strongest conviction in this pursuit. After all, nothing cos closer to the truth than creation itself.
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And Pablo's renewed silence confird that he, too, was indeed tempted by this prospect.
In fact, Helen had already successfully recruited two top-tier alchemists willing to contribute to the creation of the Etheric Armant. After seriously considering Helen's design concepts and detailed plans, they had almost imdiately agreed.
Alchemists like Pablo were in the minority, and the existence of an alchemist like Eileen Ziegler was even more astonishing.
"I... need to consider this further."
After a long pause, the President of the Alchemy Association sighed in response: "I must admit, I cannot resist this temptation, Miss Ziegler. But... my intuition tells that the Etheric Armant will unleash a catastrophic storm."
The old man looked at "Ravenna Ziegler," whose deanor had undergone a fundantal change: "Just as you did three years ago, when you created the etheric firearms."
Helen did not respond, rely nodding slightly: "I respect your decision, President Celsus, but if possible, please give your answer as soon as you can."
With that, she stood up and calmly walked out of Pablo's office.
Watching the petite figure of the female scholar, Pablo's brow furrowed deeply.
"What exactly has happened to this Miss Ziegler?"
"Etheric Armant..."
He closed his eyes, the things Ravenna had discussed with him earlier reerging in his mind, his fingertips trembling slightly.
"That is not sothing she could have conceived on her own."
Pablo reopened his eyes and murmured to himself: "And to be involved in the conflict between Evora and Ansel... Eileen's granddaughter, do you know what you are doing?"
He looked in the direction of the Tower of Babel, pondering for a long ti before deciding to contact Hendrik.
Para did not wish to complicate matters, but the slight acquaintance he had with Eileen, as well as his admiration for the talented young Ravenna Ziegler, made him change his mind in a mont of emotional flux.
"The struggle between divine species, even a re breath can shatter the uninvolved, regardless of whether they are extraordinary or not... better let your elders educate you."
With Ansel's support, the Tower of Babel had achieved more outstanding and advanced technology, an even greater abundance of resources, and the cooperation with the Alchemy Association grew stronger, which the Association was pleased to see, gaining a partner with astonishing potential.
From any perspective, Pablo did not wish for the Tower of Babel's developnt to encounter any mishaps.
However...
For Ravenna, who had inherited Eileen's will, no matter what, it was unlikely she would intentionally put the Tower of Babel in jeopardy.
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Within the advanced confines of the alchemy workshop, Helen's lightless eyes mirrored countless swirling, minute specks of darkness.
"The foundational strength has increased by twenty-seven percent, the ether fluidity by thirty-five percent, and the total units have risen... Have we reached an impasse?"
Removing her glasses, Helen gently caressed the floating cluster of Nidhoggur, lost in contemplation.
To aid Ansel, acquiring power was imperative; advancing to the fourth stage was already on the agenda, yet rely reaching the fourth stage was far from sufficient.
Although she had yet to learn from Ansel what exactly threatened him, in Helen's view, no one other than the Empress could be a possibility.
The question returned to what she had pondered so ti ago—how to create a weapon capable of slaying a deity.
Now, compared to then, Helen no longer needed to consider any superfluous matters, nor did she harbor any distress. Freed from all burdens, she could devote herself entirely to the task.
Nidhoggur held boundless potential; pushing it to its limits might rival the unattainable third-stage chanical armor, or even...
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