This chapter begins with Solf J Kimbley , the Red Lotus Alchemist, rhapsodizing about the symphony that he believes lies within destruction, as he clamps his teeth on one end of the Philosopher's Stone he has been given to hasten the end of the Ishvallan Extermination. While some of the men under his command are impressed by the power he displayed, Kimbley feels he could have created somethiing more "artful". He then grabs one soldier to use as a human shield when an attack goes off near him. The soldier he used is dead, but Kimbley is angry because his jacket got dirty.