"Hmm, let's start with a battle," the Alchemical Witch propped her chin with a finger, her gaze lingering on the girl beside her...no, calling her a copy would also be correct.
"Understood," the silver-haired girl sighed softly, took a few steps to Letixia's side, and explained, "Mother wishes to assess your aptitude and use of the Sword of Light through combat to tailor a specific plan for you."
Letixia did not argue, her gaze fleetingly rested on Ahtal for a moment before she and the silver-haired girl left together, passing through a heavy metallic door.
The style here was heavily alchemic, with alchemical tools visible everywhere, giving the impression that modern technology was being forcibly interpreted as alchemy.
However, in reality, the Alchemical Witch's use of alchemy was more akin to having a concept in her mind and then directly materializing it for use.
