(No heroine, Western fantasy, the protagonist is not invincible, a new writer, the writing style and logic may be a bit messy, don't criticize if you don't like it)
In an era when the gears are rusting under the mage's robe, the alchemist's scale of truth has long been ground into dust by spells.
The fire in Ed's arms was like the gears that burst out of the pocket watch, and it was like the formula written in three pages of ink.
When the star-track furnace in the sky begins to tremble, and in the abyss where steam and starlight confront each other, those rust spots called "gods" begin to eat away at reality.
Ed held on to the pocket watch that had stopped spinning. He had to let the last fire of alchemy burn him into the last equation before the gears stopped spinning.
——It's just that no one knows whether what is forged in the embers is the embers of humanity or the first fire of a new era?
