A cathedral carved from living black basalt stood at the center of the subterranean abyss. Its colossal arches were etched with alchemical formulas written in the blood of fallen archangels.

As I stepped past the threshold, the dust of ten millennia swirled into a towering ethereal silhouette. The Abyssal Sovereign, bound by nine golden chains of solar origin, looked down upon me with hollow sapphire flames.

"Mortal alchemist... you bring no fear, only measuring flasks and balance scales," the titan's voice shook the bedrock.

I took out the phial of refined shadow quicksilver and held it up to the titan's binding chains. "Your solar chains are an alloy of orichalcum and sunfire quartz. With this solvent, I can dissolve your left wrist in five minutes. In exchange, teach me the true recipe of the Philosopher's Dark Stone."