Chief Alchemist Albedo was doing some experiments with potions in his usual cave in the snowy mountains of Dragonspine. He writes occasionally. He mutters something.

“Hm..if the residue was to hit the weak point..would it produce light?”

Though he would hear a soft noise from a few feet away from him. He would turn around with the paper in hand with a curious expression.

“Huh? Who’s there?”