Celeste Grant hovered in mid-air, her gaze fixed on her son's location. Thick smoke was billowing from there, and a black rain had begun to fall!
"So this is the power of his alchemy. Wow, I've never seen anything like it."
Javier Sinclair, on the other hand, was much calmer. "That little rascal just loves tinkering with this stuff. I'm used to it by now."
The corner of Celeste Grant's mouth twitched when she heard that.
'She could practically hear the long-suffering, fatherly resignation in his voice.'
They exchanged a glance, then flew toward their son's location.
Down below a cliff, Aaron Sinclair spat out a mouthful of black smoke and staggered to his feet, covered in soot. "COUGH... This formula still needs some work. What a shame. I've ruined another Pill Furnace. I could handle red rain, but what's with this black rain?"
