The concentrated Anti-Alchemy Calcine Sea Elixir from the Cartel Command Frigate washed over them, instantly transforming the water medium surrounding Jean Valéry and his few remaining forces into a paralyzing, corrosive crude oil.“They’ve perfected the Total Transmutation of the Calcine Sea Elixir! The water… it has been completely altered outside of the base alchemical elements!” Jean yelled through the internal comms channel to Lucie, his voice hoarse, fighting the systemic paralysis that followed the catastrophic realization. “My power… it is muted!”“Jean!” Lucie’s voice was high-pitched and strained, echoing her panic as she struggled to swim against the thickening, suffocating crude-oil sea. The Calcine Sea Elixir was doing exactly what Cartel Neptunus had intended—turning the elemental water into something beyond his reach. Her Tidal Elixir-enhanced skin was starting to burn violently against the unknown corrosive liquid. “We’re dissolving! I cannot hold the anti-Transmutatio

The blast wave, a catastrophic synthesis of Cartel Anti-Alchemy Elixir and Jean’s super-dense Salt Shield, hit the water medium with a force that transcended sound.Jean felt the total annihilation of his creation—the Abyssal Salt Block that had been his final bastion—vanish. The shield vaporized into non-existence, the resulting chemical vacuum dragging Jean's crystallized body through the toxic, churning water like a rag doll. He barely maintained consciousness. He was thrown sideways, a torrent of corrosive Calcine Sea crude oil swallowing him whole. His connection to the Elixir was gone, the residual stabilization from Victor’s Obsidium utterly consumed. He was drowning, blind, paralyzed by chemical shock, and experiencing the agonizing acceleration of his Organic Salt Curse.*He failed. I failed,* the voice of the Atlantis Alchemist screamed in the vacuum of his mind.Then, strong hands seized him. Not the cold, metallic grip of the Cartel’s capture units, but the sure, powerful

The air on the deck of the *Sang Siluman* instantly warmed as the powerful surge of Saraf Elixir coursed through Jean Valéry's veins, fighting the last, crippling vestiges of his Garam Organik Curse. The cold, analytical fear brought by Captain Neptunus's final maneuver was now displaced by focused, razor-sharp aggression. Victor, lying spent on the deck after delivering the vital intel, offered a thin, exhausted smile of resignation.“We are going to assault Corsica,” Jean Valéry stated, gripping the transmuted rail, his silver eyes fixed on the distant coast of Morocco, visible in the weak morning light. “The Neptunus Cartel has pulled their fleet to North Africa to seize the Secondary Nexus and prepare a new Stasis Gate. That is their objective now.”Gaston stepped forward, his huge body tense, the Tidal Potion stabilizing his exhaustion. “But Victor said the Supreme Potion is in Corsica. That’s the key, Boss.”

"We destroy that logistics ship! Now!" Jean Valéry shouted.He plunged the transmuted silver Wrench into the corrosive Calcine Sea Elixir that clung to the Phantom's hull, pushing his severely drained internal Tide energy into the metal shaft. The Absidium in his blood screamed, amplifying the searing pain that radiated from his forearms, but the decision had been made: the Cartel's logic convoy, laden with Transmutation supplies, was too dangerous to be left intact in this highly volatile environment.The Logistical Fleet, composed of five heavily armored supply barges covered in crude Anti-Alchemy Tide Elixir plating, continued their silent, arrogant advance toward the rendezvous point in the North African sector."Gaston! I have no Elixir left!" Jean Valéry barked into the helm’s damaged comms array, eyes blazing with a mixture of focus and agony. "The Tide Unit will use the filthy fluid from the hull for Transmutation now! Wash all the Bi

Jean Valéry hurled his silver Screwdriver onto the center of the deck, where the newly retaliated Cartel’s Tide Potion began to foam, its reaction becoming a wave of corrosive, acid-alchemic smoke. Forced shrieks and cries of pain filled the comms as the ABS Units contained the remaining potion attack. Jean gripped the helm of the *Phantom*, forcing it to move at maximum speed."We're running low on Potion, Boss!" Gaston yelled, his voice strained as he helped an exhausted Lucie and Pierre re-filter the anti-calcination potion. "They’re firing on us! All their logistics ships are moving to ambush our vessel now! This Supreme Transmutation Potion... it has to be safe now!"Jean closed his eyes for a moment, letting the crystals in his veins burn away the exhaustion. He had tricked Captain Neptune into revealing the Cartel’s defensive position—the logistics ships carrying *Pure Alchemic Gold* and the *Eternal Droplet*, the Cartel’s most secret assets."They want us surrounded and surren