The moment the competition commenced, the room was draped in utter silence.
Unlike Ash's earlier demonstration, the 'battle' for the top Alchemist in all of Reality was something that could not be disturbed under any circumstance.
Yet, after thirty minutes, neither Luna nor the Lord of Alchemy had moved a muscle… something that caused the anticipation to become even more intense.
One of the senior Council elders — finally broke the silence, her voice sharp with impatience.
"Begin," she commanded. "The Council did not gather to watch two statues."
The Lord of Alchemy remained perfectly still, his blue eyes fixed on Luna. After a long moment, he spoke, his tone calm but laced with arrogance.
"I will not move until the Weaver of Alchemy does." He said, "This is a competition... not a showcase, either we create at once or not at all."
Ash, standing off to the side with his hands in his pockets, watched the scene with open glee.
