"Yes. Research into technological advancement has largely been put on the back burner, so to speak, in favour of alchemical research. At least, that's what it's like in Amestris. I don't know if the same applies in other countries." Solaris commented. "And how advanced is your world?"
As Pix rose up and assumed her humanoid form again, Solaris moved off the bed, and opened her arms. After Pix molded herself around Solaris, she moved infront of the vanity mirror, picking up the pen on the way. "I can understand that. But after this, there won't be any more need to do it." She commented. After looking at the reflection in the mirror, Solaris pointed to the transmutation circle already present on the breastplate. "Can you move this one down?"