"All these talents I mentioned embody the future of the predicted Golden Age of Alchemy."
Professor Kent stood from his chair and stretched his body slightly, rolling one shoulder before letting his arms fall back to his sides.
The room remained quiet for a moment as Maxwell continued listening to Kent's words. His expression showed that he was taking the Professor's words seriously, especially after hearing about the other young Alchemists who would continue growing alongside him.
Kent looked at Maxwell.
"Of course, we have you, then there is Sir Deveni Bergwyn, Sir Drax Drakes, and other Young Alchemists who have their own talents."
He began walking closer.
While Maxwell continued to listen attentively.
Kent's footsteps weren't loud, but the sound of each one could still be heard against the floor as he approached. Maxwell didn't look away either. His golden eyes remained fixed on the Professor, waiting for whatever he intended to say next.
