"Is that really how it is?"
Bologue slowly raised his hand, and along with the release of Ether, intricate Ether patterns illuminated on his skin.
"Energy is conserved," Bologue said, "whatever you gain, you must lose something in return."
"Through the Alchemy Matrix, we consume Ether to obtain the Miracle Power that distorts reality."
Hill gazed at the pitch-black Dome, he sighed, "Isn't this a kind of transaction?"
Suddenly, Bologue found his breathing somewhat difficult, not due to excessive fear, but a heartfelt joy.
It was an ecstasy Bologue had never felt before, along with a sense of awe touched by the grand narrative.
Bologue said softly, "The Alchemy Matrix is like a Blood Contract; all humans implanted with the Alchemy Matrix are its Debtors. As long as Ether is consumed, they can make wishes to it, thus gaining the power to warp reality."
What a magnificent design.
