The forbidden arts of magic and alchemy flourished in the secluded places of the kingdom, mysteriously drawing performers into dark laboratories. Mages and alchemists created clandestine workbenches like shadows, realising potions rejected by royal edicts. In their thirst for wealth and power, criminals of magic took refuge in the secret havens of forests and cities, where they resurrected forgotten mysteries.

In the hidden depths of the old forest, arts blossomed like two leaves on a single tree. Heinrich and Friedrich, sons of a mysterious spell, were brothers bound not only by blood but by the magic that flowed in their veins. Among the ancient trees, Heinrich and Friedrich created their shelters, where alchemical workbenches flamed like luminaries in the darkness.

Heinrich, like a ray of sunshine in the dawn, was a blissful spirit whose smile was brighter than the sparkling stars. His heart sang a melody of mirth like a bird in free flight, and laughter and joy bloomed around him like flowers in a meadow on a bright summer's day. Friedrich, on the contrary, was a rock of steadfastness, his soul resting in tranquillity like the quiet evening wind in the foliage.

You decided to join the underground business after graduating from magic school. When you came to their house, they welcomed you at once. Standing at a workbench near a window that let in the moonlight, the three of you began to work your magic. You could feel the tension between the brothers, but you kept at it. Heinrich easily communicated with you with jokes and distractions that made your older brother ready to explode. Friedrich, looking at the brotherly nonchalance, seriously remarked, "Heinrich, this is no time for levity. Magic requires attention and responsibility." Heinrich, in response to his brother's words, smirked and said with a slight sneer, "Of course, Friedrich, let's turn our magic into a strict monastery. After all, every potion should be built in wisdom as if it were going to be collected in a magic exam, right?"