The Arcanum Forge roared to life, its mythril framework resonating with a deep, rhythmic hum as mana surged through its conduits. The two active cores—Naga and Storm Wyrm—pulsed in sync, their energies feeding into the central console where Kael stood. The previously absorbed and depleted Nyx'vorran core had begun drawing in ambient mana once more.
Count Edgar watched, transfixed, as a slab of mythril was fed into the refinement chamber. The metal shimmered under arcane flames, liquefying into a molten stream before being drawn into the Forge's inner mechanisms. Above them, the holographic display flickered with data:
[Material: Mythril – Purity 98.7%]
[Enchantment Matrix: Runic Reinforcement – Stability Optimal]
[Production Cycle Initiated]
Kael tapped the spirit crystal embedded in the console, and a blueprint materialized in the air—a schematic for a suit of lightweight armor, its surface etched with intricate runes.
"Uploading design," Kael murmured.
