"One… one hundred percent purity?!" the number one Alchemist in all of Reality blurted out, his voice carrying the same shock that rippled through everyone as they witnessed it for themselves.
With the crowd's uproar and the blinding rays of light, it was inevitable that someone's focus would waver.
The Third's disciple—midway through precisely measuring his second elixir—lost his concentration entirely.
His hand shook, and the delicate thread of essence he was weaving broke. The half-formed liquid in his cauldron hissed sharply as it collapsed into useless vapor.
"H…how?"
He stared at Ash's three flawless golden pills, his face pale with shock.
Ash just shrugged. "Maybe you should ditch that lowly master of yours," he said, nodding toward Luna.
"As you can see, I have the most beautiful… and strongest master of them all."
The disciple gaped at Ash in even greater disbelief, his gaze drifting toward Luna.
