Chapter 233: Make Alchemy Great Again
In the pitch-black dungeon, Ambrose cast Terraform.
This time, however, there was no convenient fool to supply him with vast amounts of magic, so he could only burn through the gold stored in the Golden Throne.
It was extravagance in the truest sense, but if he wanted to transform this subterranean city quickly, there was no other choice.
The world became a canvas. With a mere gesture, Ambrose could reshape it at will.
"First, I'll dig up the entire city."
His fingers scythed through the air. Sand and stone that had lain undisturbed for ages loosened at once. What would have taken dozens of shovel strikes to chip away now flowed like water, sliding free and pouring into the empty structures below.
His perception spread outward, and the buried city began to reveal its true form.
Just as he had guessed, it was a massive five-pointed city. In scale, it rivaled the main district of Alkhemia, and was large enough to house hundreds of thousands… though considering its original inhabitants had been giants, it would probably hold fewer than ten thousand of them.
What pleased Ambrose most was that, wherever the sand receded, gold gleamed.