At last, Mikayla found the perfect angle. From here, she could finally see the supreme alchemist's side profile. In an instant, her face went pale. From that angle, there was no mistaking it: the man looked just like Andrew.

Her thoughts spun into chaos, and she felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her heart, leaving her unbearably restless.

'It can't be him. If he were truly a ninth-grade supreme alchemist, then he wouldn't be so obscure. Every eighth-grade alchemist in the country