The moment Kael returned to Bryndis, he summoned his inner circle to the newly constructed engineering hall—a vast, vaulted chamber of reinforced stone and gleaming mythril beams.
The air hummed with latent magic, the scent of ozone and hot metal thick as Durnek and his dwarven craftsmen bustled about, adjusting arcane calibrations.
Lucien, Cedric, Sylvaine, and the rest of Kael's engineers stood around a central table where a massive schematic glowed to life under Kael's touch. The intricate design pulsed with holographic precision—a multi-tiered structure of concentric rings, humming with layered enchantments.
"This," Kael said, his voice cutting through the murmurs, "is the Arcanum Forge."
The room fell silent as they studied the blueprint. The design was unlike anything they'd seen—part foundry, part enchantment matrix, part living intelligence.
