The small, comfortable world of a self-taught sorceress of the provincial nobility can prove surprisingly fragile. (expand for a challenge>>>)
I invite readers to try their hand at naming some of the very real alchemical implements depicted here. Bonus point if you can guess what historical European grimoire is being levitated in the third panel!
Gosh, your style is just perfect for this type of story. As for the challenge, this is a wild guess but: the grimoire of papa honorius? And the instruments...well I think I see an alembic, a mortar and pestle of course, a retort...um...don't know any others...
The world is falling apart. Crops shrivel and the air grows thinner as a famine-stricken underground colony teeters on the brink of total war. Everyone is doing their best to pretend it's business as usual, except for four people, brought together by the crushing realization that they may be the only ones in a position to turn it around. And the very order they wish to protect is going to do everything within its power to stop them.
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