Vulture Territory.
Dark clouds were gathering, casting dim light.
A castle stood abruptly on the plains.
Tall chimneys constantly expelling billowing black smoke.
From inside the castle came bursts of piercing howls.
As if a warlock was conducting some inhumane experiment.
When passing by this castle.
Even the most ruthless thieves and criminals would take a detour.
Because everyone at the Laine Border knew.
A Tier Five Dark Alchemist resided within!
Norton Frand!
Inside the castle's laboratory.
On a cluttered workbench.
Were all sorts of bottles and jars, filled with colorful, foul-smelling potions.
A bearded, unkempt old man was carefully pouring some foul-smelling, thick green liquid from a bubbling container.
Once the green liquid cooled slightly.
He picked up a black potion from the adjacent workbench and poured them both into a glass tube.
As soon as the two potions came into contact.
They erupted like ignited phosphorus, spewing black smoke and sparks.
