Godfrey sat at the head seat facing other Alchemists around the large rectangular table which was almost as long as the hall.
Today though, the Royal Apostles were behind each of the Alchemists, standing like white armoured statues.
His eyes left the Royal Apostles and fell on the map before him. It was a large map of Pathan, he could see the two extremely large continents this world had but one of them was ashen while the one with the castle teemed with life.
Godfrey noticed that this map seemed to be alive. Everything drawn on it came to life, forming a miniature landscape with clouds and detail.
Even with all he had seen, this was nothing short of mesmerising.
He touched the drifting clouds, the fluttering trees. He could even see as the wind billowed, taking leaves with it. There was so much on this map but not one living creature, just black patches like ink spreading out on the golden parchment.
