Within a private chamber in the Inscription Department, Lysandra and Selena sat across from Elder Lara and Elder Maelis, the atmosphere composed yet quietly significant. This was not merely a discussion between departments, but a moment where the direction of the sect itself would be shaped.

Lara gently placed one of the glowing Starlight Jade healing rings onto the table, its soft radiance reflecting across the surface as she spoke in a composed yet sincere tone. “I have examined this artifact thoroughly, and before anything else, I must thank you for making this possible. What you have created is nothing short of a lifeline for our sect. You have given our disciples a new means to preserve their lives when their bodies would otherwise fail. This is an extraordinary achievement, and it will save countless lives in the war to come.”

Maelis nodded from beside Lara, her expression equally earnest.

For a brief moment, Lysandra was genuinely caught off guard. Her eyes widened fractionally, the only outward sign of her surprise. She had not spent much time interacting with Lara or the higher echelons of the sect. What little she knew came from Adrian, who had mentioned that the sect was not as selfish or rigid as many others in the galaxy.

Even so, Lysandra’s own experience, forged through thousands of years of ruling an empire and navigating ruthless political landscapes, had led her to expect resistance. She had anticipated a defensive stance, perhaps even a confrontation, where Lara would fiercely protect the traditions and ideological foundations of the alchemy department.

After all, what Lysandra had introduced directly challenged the very roots of the sect’s identity.

Yet what she saw now was not resistance, but selflessness. Lara had placed the survival of the sect above its traditions without hesitation.

It was a level of selflessness that even Lysandra found herself quietly questioning. If their positions had been reversed, would she have acted with the same clarity and restraint?

Beside her, Selena shifted slightly, her arms uncrossing as she studied Lara with renewed interest. The defensive posture she’d maintained since the elders’ arrival eased.

Lysandra allowed herself a moment to absorb this before responding, “I must admit, Elder Lara,” she said, her tone softening with genuine respect, “I anticipated a very different conversation. Your dedication to this sect’s survival exceeds what I expected. We are honored to contribute to it.”

Lysandra paused briefly before continuing, her expression growing more serious as she chose to speak openly. This was not a moment for political maneuvering or carefully constructed half-truths. If they were to work together, clarity mattered more than diplomacy. “Since this is the situation, I will speak openly.”

She leaned forward slightly, her hands folding atop the table.

“While the creation of these healing artifacts was indeed for survival, there was another reason behind it. I observed how many of the disciples were constrained by the sect’s traditions, how they placed absolute faith in alchemy despite being exposed to runic technologies. That kind of mindset is dangerous in the long term.”

“We can teach someone who lacks knowledge, but it is far more difficult to guide someone who refuses to acknowledge what they already see. I do not want this sect to become one that stagnates in that way.”

Lara listened carefully before responding, her voice calm but filled with quiet acknowledgment. “I agree with you. If anything, we should be the ones ashamed for allowing such a mindset to take root among some of our disciples. It was never intentional, and we never imagined that some of our disciples would grow up with such a narrow perspective.”

She glanced briefly at Maelis, who nodded in silent agreement.

“The fault lies with us, not with you.”

Lysandra shook her head lightly, dismissing the notion with a small wave of her hand. “There is no need for shame. Despite their beliefs, you have raised disciples who are capable of adapting. I have not seen a single one openly resist change, even when their understanding is challenged.”

“More importantly, I can see your influence in this. You are guiding them through this transition with the same composure you show now, and that is not something everyone is capable of doing. The universe is vast and filled with countless truths that will challenge their beliefs. They have a century within this time formation to adjust, and with your guidance, I believe they will come to understand reality for what it is.”

Lara’s shoulders relaxed slightly, the tension that had been present since she’d entered the chamber easing. She met Lysandra’s gaze and smiled faintly, the expression carrying genuine gratitude.

The matter, which could have easily become a conflict, instead dissolved into mutual understanding. None of the four women sought to turn it into a dispute. The focus remained where it belonged, on the survival and growth of the sect.

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With the underlying tension addressed, Lara shifted the conversation toward the more pressing matter of war preparation. She retrieved her UNI-OS and activated it, casting a holographic display across the table. Numbers and resource allocations appeared in glowing columns.

“Until now, the Inscription Department has primarily handled repairs and maintenance. However, with both of you leading it, these healing rings are clearly only the beginning, aren’t they?”

Lysandra nodded, her expression turning more focused as the conversation entered strategic territory. “Yes. It has only been a few years, and we still have time. There is plenty of room to develop and deploy new runic technologies.”

Lara’s expression grew more focused as she revealed the true purpose of the meeting. She adjusted the projection, highlighting specific resource allocations within the alchemy department’s production schedules.

“The Alchemy Department had originally planned to dedicate extensive time and resources toward mass-producing healing pills. However, with these artifacts now fulfilling that role, continuing along that path would be inefficient. I want to ensure that our departments do not waste time overlapping efforts.”

She continued, her voice carrying a sharper analytical edge, “To prepare properly for this war, I need to understand your limits. Can you replicate the effects of the Moon-Silver Root to stabilize violent mana fluctuations? Or the Celestial Violet to unlock Rule Perception? What about the Void-Calming Bloom to soothe a fracturing mind?”

This was not idle curiosity. Lara had learned from Hestia that Adrian was the creator of the Willforce Recovery Artifact that had shaken the entire Andromeda Galaxy. Although this information had not been made public within the sect, it was known among the elders. So, from her perspective, it seemed that those who had come with Adrian carried fragments of his knowledge. If that were the case, then perhaps even the effects of rare alchemical plants could be replicated through runic methods.

Across the table, Lysandra considered the question carefully. She understood that such effects were not fundamentally impossible to replicate through inscription. The Language of Mana, at its core, was used upon all phenomena. The rules around them, the rules within the plants, everything was in the symbols of the Language of Mana. If a plant could stabilize mana fluctuations, then theoretically, that runic structure could be replicated and inscribed.

However, replication required comprehension, and that was where the limitation lay. Without knowledge of the specific arcane concepts behind those effects, even the Language of Mana could not bridge the gap. At present, she did not possess that knowledge, and she doubted that even Adrian had fully mastered those particular concepts.

Finally, she answered honestly, “No. We do not currently have the knowledge required to replicate those effects. Perhaps in the future, it may become possible, but for the purposes of this war, those domains remain beyond our reach.”

She paused, her tone becoming more deliberate as she added a crucial distinction. “Even looking further ahead, I am uncertain whether runes alone could ever fully replicate the effects of some pills like the mana pills.”

Lara nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. She had already recognized that while the Language of Mana is at the base of all the phenomena, certain aspects of alchemy, particularly those tied deeply to natural processes and plant-based refinement, could not be entirely replaced. What mattered now was ensuring that the disciples understood this distinction clearly, that the sect’s traditions were not being discarded, but rather expanded upon.

With that clarity, Lara spoke decisively, “In that case, the Inscription Department should focus entirely on external utility, including healing rings, combat artifacts, and enhancing battlefield endurance. Meanwhile, the Alchemy Department will shift its efforts entirely toward internal cultivation, refining pills that improve Rule Perception, stabilize mana, enhance mental clarity, and accelerate progression to higher stages.”

Maelis nodded in agreement, already calculating the adjustments they would need to make in their production schedules.

The four women finalized their plans without any trace of rivalry or competition. Their focus remained singular, to prepare the sect in the most efficient way possible and ensure that every disciple stood ready for the coming war.

Lara extended her hand forward in a gesture of partnership, her palm open and steady. “Together, we can guide the sect through this transformation without losing what makes it strong.”

Lysandra reached out and clasped her hand firmly, her grip conveying both respect and resolve. “Agreed.”

Maelis and Selena exchanged glances, then both smiled faintly, a silent acknowledgment passing between them.

With that, Lara and Maelis rose from their seats, their movements unhurried. They offered brief nods of farewell before departing through the chamber’s entrance, their figures disappearing into the corridor beyond.

Selena watched them leave before turning toward Lysandra, a faint hint of surprise still lingering in her expression. “That went better than I expected.”

Lysandra let out a quiet breath, leaning back in her chair, “It did. This sect… is genuinely different. I had assumed that even its upper echelon would be bound by rigid thinking, but that does not seem to be the case.”

“Now, all we need to do is remember that we are all working toward the same goal.”

…

Outside the inscription department, Lara and Maelis walked in silence, both absorbed in their thoughts.

After a while, Maelis spoke, “It feels strange, doesn’t it? I did not expect that meeting to go so smoothly.”

Lara nodded slowly, “Yes… and more than that, do you realize what is happening? Our sect is changing. It is growing… in the right direction. It is like watching a budding flower finally bloom into its full form.”

Maelis’s smile widened slightly, warmth touching her eyes. “That is a fitting comparison. And if we are fortunate, this bloom will endure for the future.”

Lara’s expression grew more serious, though the faint smile remained. “It will. As long as we continue guiding it properly.”

They continued walking forward, two elders who had witnessed the sect from its early days, now guiding it through yet another transformation. Behind them, the inscription department thrived with renewed purpose, while ahead, the alchemy gardens continued to flourish with timeless beauty.

Between the two, the Crimson Vital Sect moved steadily toward its future.

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