Chapter 648 A Bitter Triumph?

• Roscoe quietly left the arena, shoulders heavy with defeat. Now just another spectator in the crowd, he watched Sebastian and Vance at work and couldn't help but feel the gap between himself and Sebastian—despite having fused with the Dark Fire Soul.
• "Just making it this far with such a lousy alchemy furnace is impressive. The Nine-Gate Tempering Pill may only be a low-tier Earth-ranked pill, but the violent surge of energy during its formation can easily shatter weak furnaces," an elder beside him said, giving him a consoling pat on the shoulder. "Lad, you did well. Honestly, if I were using that kind of furnace, I doubt I could even brew a high-tier Arcane pill."
• Roscoe gave a self-deprecating smile. "But they did it. Especially Sebastian. It's his first time crafting this kind of pill—and with that same broken-down furnace."