• You have been offered a quest: A tree and her mate…
|Quest||A tree and her mate|
|Description||The Mother of Chaos must bond to a Nymph. This is a lifetime commitment that will increase the lifespan of both mates, and result in offspring. She has requested your assistance in finding her mate.|
|Penalty For Failure||Unknown|
|Do you wish to accept this quest?||[Yes/No]|
Ethan was shocked.
“Did you just give me a quest?” He asked aloud.
“Yes. Is something wrong?” Asked the [Færie Queen].
“No. It’s just, shocking… I guess. This is my very first quest. I didn’t know such a thing existed.” He said contemplatively.
“How have you been progressing in levels, then?” She asked with curiosity.
“I have been getting experience from feats of strength, unique actions, and inventing unique spells.” He stated.
“What?” They all chorused.
“I honestly just assumed that you had to slay enemies to level up.” He admitted sheepishly.
Elder Ro rolled her eyes and tutted in clear disappointment.
“And how would [Craftsmen] and [Traders] ever level up if that were the case?” She admonished.
“I didn’t know, okay? No one explained this stuff to me.” He said defensively.
“Perhaps it is time to change this.” The elders eyed one another.
“Will you accept her quest?” Elder Jiran asked.
“Yeah. I don’t see a reason to reject it.” He said as he accepted the quest, “Although, in hindsight, I don’t know where to find her a mate…” He said hesitantly.
The [Færie Queen] looked very pleased.
“I can help with that.” She piped up with a smirk.
“How?” Ethan wondered.
“We’ll have to visit the Fæy.”
Ethan looked apprehensive.
“Can I sleep like… two hours first? I mean… I have not slept since yesterday.” He asked.
The [Færie Queen] laughed musically.
“Do not worry, we can only make the trip during nightfall, and only when Fæon is in the sky.” Elnora said with a kind smile.
“Fæon? What is that?” Ethan asked.
“The moon of the Fæy. You have never seen it before?” She asked curiously.
“Nope. Never heard of it.” Ethan said, unsure if she was making fun of him or not.
“You will see it, then. When the time comes, in about two weeks from now. The first sighting is always magical.” She said with a smirk.
After Ethan had slept for approximately two hours – which was what his enhanced body deemed as the bare minimum to function – he had a light breakfast and sat with the elders, who had decided it was time to begin his official education.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t a tedious time like he’d imagined. They spoke to him of the Krell and their history. They decided on having him sit through such a history lesson every day. He was fascinated by their stories, and their culture.
It was then decided that Eragoth would coach him in leading the Krell, which was something he took with a grain of salt. Mainly because he thought he already knew the basics; but he was surprised yet again to find out that he was very ignorant of some very important aspects of leadership.
At Eragoth’s prodding, he had to meet with the different groups of Krell that called The Gathering their home. The first of which were the multiple clans that took up hunting as their main profession.
Next came the gatherers, the farmers, and a very ragtag group of craftsmen – who consisted mainly of tanners and leather-workers, and a small minority of smiths and glassblowers.
Apparently, glassblowing had become a thing in the settlement over the past weeks, ever since Ethan had taught some tribespeople how to make glass.
He made an effort of establishing a single point of contact with every group he met, usually someone whom they considered a leadership figure in their specific niche. Just in case he later had to contact any of them.
The Krell had nothing that could be compared to a formal military, and he soon learnt that all eligible men and women picked a weapon – most likely a spear or a sword – and fought when the times called for it. In addition to a combat class, every Krell member had a crafting class they practiced in their everyday life.
He wondered what Kothar’s civilian craft was.
Then he met the shamans, and learnt that it was a position, and not a formal class; they were mostly [Druids], [Healers], and [Soothsayers] or some such.
It was interesting, and he added studying the group dynamics involved in this society to his list of priorities. Making sure the different groups worked well together was something he had to work towards.
Next, Eragoth and some of the elders took him on a tour of the volcano, where he was introduced to many different areas that were normally off limits.
His AI worked in overdrive to map and record every nook and cranny of his settlement, and he finally had an estimate of how exposed they were; which was a very fucked in case of invasion level of exposed.
The volcano was a big hotchpotch of tunnels and cavernous passageways. It was a veritable maze of interconnected chambers, and he counted more than thirty different exits, most of which weren’t that well guarded, if guarded at all.
The Krell relied on roaming bands to patrol the surrounding mountains and make sure no intruders ever made their way in undetected; but it was a recipe for disaster, he thought.
This posed a serious risk to settlement security, and he had to address this problem immediately.
So he resolved to change things; he sent for all the shamans, and over the next few hours he had them take turns forming a circle and channeling mana to himself. Just like they did when the volcano had almost erupted not too long ago.
He then channelled all that mana through the sceptre, and repeatedly cast [Meld] and/or conjured materials to block all of the passageways into the mountain, with the exception of two places.
He transformed the two most-used passageways that remained into gates, like those found on medieval castles in his old world. He summoned huge amounts of meteoric iron from the ground and turned that into thick, interlocked meshes that could be affixed in place and would function as the gates, then proceeded to insert them into grooves he etched on the tunnel walls.
He then proceeded to lay a mechanical enchantment on the grooves, a thick chain of reinforced
Translate thaums gave the gates the capability to ‘slide’ up and down like mechanical pistons. He then laid a long line of
Connect thaums to link the gates to a lever he inset deeper into the tunnel’s walls, and powered the whole thing with built-in Mana Cells exposed to the hidden pools of underground magma that flowed beneath the ground. Positioning them remotely proved somewhat difficult, but it was done with some Primordial Magic trickery he came up with on the fly.
This way, the gates could open during the night as well, not that it really mattered.
Security first! He thought.
Aside from that, this was his first taste of Macroenchantment, and he loved every moment of it!
The amount of power he could command was enormous, thanks to the circles made by the shamans, and he made sure to give them a chance to appreciate the fortification he then proceeded to build. He carved deep furrows that were slightly above ground level into the rock, and opened the tunnels up by lining them with murder holes to the sides of the passages leading to the gates, thus ensuring that even amateur archers could wreck shit up for any invaders attempting to approach the gates.
Seeing his success with this project, he replicated it on the entrance to the north, then went on to the southern gate once more; where he channelled deep into the earth to access the pressurised – yet presently dormant – magma flows, then linked the natural magma pipes to an explosive enchantment that would trigger if yet another lever was pulled. This particular contraption would trigger a controlled eruption of the volcano and turn the mountainside into a raging shower of boiling magma, should the Polarii ever get this close.
He decided to privately call this little project ‘Project Fuck The World’, and chuckled briefly at the concept. It was going to be his surprise present to any invaders that dared invade his settlement. He certainly hoped no elephants ever were to be involved.
He made absolutely sure to make that lever as inaccessible and difficult to pull as he could make it, though. Since he didn’t want anyone accidently frying the settlement through sheer curiosity, or idiocy, or both.
He explained the workings of his trap to the elders and the shamans when he was done constructing it, and the elders decided to assign a special guard to watch over the new lever. He hoped it would never see use; but being prepared for any eventuality felt nice, regardless.
Again, out of caution if nothing else, he proceeded to replicate this countermeasure on the northern gate as well. The Krell weren’t expecting an invasion from the northern border – as far away from the Polarii as could be, but still. It made sense to take every precaution. You never know, perhaps being paranoid now would pay off in the future.
They took a break for lunch, and he had a nice meal with the elders, then the shamans returned and he took them to the rim of the volcanic crater, where they formed another mana-support circle, and he proceeded with his plan for the day.
He started by carving a staircase, inset into the volcanic crater, then ended it a couple of feet off the ground, where he transformed it into a smooth stone platform that went around the sides of the volcano.
He thanked his lucky stars when the vines of The Mother of Chaos moved out of his way of their own volition, and didn’t try to obstruct him as he worked his way along.
It would have taken him quite a few weeks of work, really; if it weren’t for the amazing sceptre – which was progressively getting stronger, he noted – and the mana-channelling support circle made by the teams of shamans following him and supplying him with staggering amounts of power.
He tried to shake things up and conjure a metallic railing as he worked with [Meld], and to his delight, it worked! Dual-casting was a possibility, with this much mana at his fingertips, at least!
People gathered and pointed at the construction as he worked, and nobody understood what he was doing at first. Until he’d made a full circle, that is.
Then he started on the second tier of the landing. It was inset deeper into the sheer rock wall, and overlooked the lower platform and the body of the bowl shaped crater.
Hell yeah! He was going to build a whole damn city, in a single day, by himself!
Unfortunately, that was when the shamans started collapsing in ones and twos, and he had to rethink his approach.
He called for a stop to the shamans’ circle, and helped the closest man up. Some looked relieved when the excavation came to a halt.
“We’ll continue tomorrow, you go and get some rest.” He told them. “Thank you for your help today. We’ll transform this place in no time!” He smiled as he thanked them.
Some of the shamans wanted to continue, clearly intrigued by what he was doing, but he had to be firm with them. He couldn’t just tire them out for no reason, and once he made some golems, they wouldn’t even need to work manually like this. He thanked them again, before promising they’d continue the work tomorrow, after they got some long due rest.
He surveyed his day of work with some pride.
All around the volcano, a raised platform ringed the crater, like a giant circular balcony, or more specifically, what he envisioned for his final design: something like the beginnings of the steps in a gigantic colosseum.
He’d dig out the dwellings, apartments, and separate rooms that’d branch into the depth of the rock later – or his drones would, eventually.
He nodded to himself, it was a good day.
He was about to go to his workshop when Eragoth approached him hesitantly, and told him that there was one more place that he’d not yet seen, and that it was a very important site he had to see if he were to properly lead the Krell.
He asked her to lead him to it, and she dismissed everyone before leading him away, and into the bowels of the mountain.
She was completely silent on the way, and that meant one thing:
It was going to be interesting.
After leading Ethan through a series of tunnels deep into the mountain, they arrived at a silent place. One seldom visited, or even spoken of, nowadays.
Eragoth felt her pulse quickening as they approached a certain area of the mountains. She had never brought anyone here. Especially not a relative stranger. Even if her people had accepted him as one of their own, and even if he was the one who led them now; she was still hesitant to show him this.
It was with a heavy heart that she returned to this place again, but she had to show him. If he were to lead. If he were to restore what was taken from them. From her people.
They rounded a final corner of another desolate passageway, and exited from a tiny hole in the mountain into a small and densely vegetated, hidden glen.
It looked like a small, hidden valley, secreted away between the vast mountain peaks. He couldn’t see any other exits in or out of the place, either.
“Here,” she began by pointing all around her, “are our ancestral sacred grounds. This is The Glen of The Ancients.”
Ethan looked all around him curiously. It was very lush, and he noticed that the air was far too humid for this level of elevation, especially in what were otherwise some very dry, cold heights.
He had a sudden thought, and switched to [Soul Vision] briefly to survey his surroundings. It was extremely bright in [Soul Vision], and he had to switch it off immediately. It was teeming with life.
“This is where we came from. All living Krell in this world, and their ancestors, have come through here.” She further explained.
“How is that possible?” He asked. “Aren’t there other humans in the world? Did they also come through here?”
“There are humans in most worlds, but they do not always come from the same place. You are human, for example; and you come from another world.” She told him.
Ethan nodded in acknowledgment.
“The Krell may be human, like you,” Eragoth explained slowly, “but we’re also like you in a different way: we are not originally of this world.” She gestured widely around her.
Ethan was shocked by this revelation.
“You’re all from a different universe too?” He asked in wonder.
“We do not know if that is the truth. All we know is that, thousands of years ago, we came from a very different plane, and were exiled here on this one.” She shrugged.
In a few moments of silence, Ethan reviewed everything he knew about the Krell. He reviewed every single conversation he had and every fact he knew, and quickly came to a realisation.
“When I first met you, you asked me if I knew about teleportation gates and how to fix them, or some such… does that mean…?”
She looked chastised.
“Ah, yes. I was asking because… of that…” She pointed, and he squinted against the sun’s glare, only to see some ruins in the distance.
He followed her as she walked briskly in that direction.
“This was… is… the Astral Gate. It leads to the homelands of The Krell.” She gestured with her arms when they arrived at the ruined archway.
“Is it one of the Vanished Gates?” Ethan asked.
“That’s what they call them nowadays? Interesting. Where did you come upon this term?” She asked.
“Aylin Merza spoke of them.” Ethan explained distractedly. He was intrigued.
It looked like an empty archway, a very derelict archway. It was perhaps on the verge of collapsing, and leaned dangerously to the side. Strange runes were etched onto the stone, which was very black, almost basalt-like in texture, but it gave off strange rainbow-like hues when you moved your head to inspect it.
It was simply marvellous, a true masterwork to look at, and he could see the faint, tell-tale glow of active enchantments in his magic vision. He had to study it!
He tried to walk closer, and get past her to inspect the astral gate, but she got in his way.
“Not yet. You must swear an oath, on your honour, that all I tell you today forever remains a secret.” She demanded.
“Okay, I swear not to tell anyone.” He just gave in, he had to get closer!
“Swear on your honour as the Patriarch of the Krell.” She smirked at him, and he knew she was getting back at him for making her swear on her honour as the Matriarch not to harm him in the recent past.
“I swear on my honour as a Patriarch to not tell anyone of this, without first consulting you.” He swore solemnly, “Are you satisfied with this oath?”
Seriously, what did this woman think he was?
“Very well,” She moved out of the way, and began explaining slowly as he approached and carefully inspected the ruins, “This was the gate all the Krell people arrived through, thousands of years ago. It was later destroyed – before my time – when a very violent civil war broke the peace between the ancient clans.”
“Clans?” Ethan asked absent mindedly, as he inspected the fading fragments of an enchantment that were still attached to the ruined archway.
“Oh yes, the Krell weren’t always a united people. After the exile, we were still divided into clans.” She explained, “A remnant from our times in the home world. The Krell people were formed from discordant groups of exiles, which were divided into clans, which were further divided by caste.”
Ethan raised an eyebrow, to which she sighed and explained, “We had different castes: the warrior caste, and the worker caste, and so on and so forth.”
“Over time, we changed as a people. We abandoned the caste system, and only honour it in the broadest sense, because everyone is warrior caste in one sense or another, and everyone is a worker also; but our time in this world changed us. We had to unite in order to survive.”
“My father,” Her voice broke slightly at his mention, “was one of the original warriors, a thousand years or more ago.” She gathered her emotions and soldiered on, “I was a little girl, maybe four years old, when we first arrived here and the civil war broke out.” She paused and her voice shook slightly, “He died trying to defend this gate.”
Ethan was half listening as he surveyed the enchantment. It was a very unique piece of magical work, containing some previously unseen thaums; but he paused his surveyal of the unknown thaums and looked up at this.
“I’m very sorry for your loss.” He said in the sincerest tones he could manage.
She turned away and was silent for a while, and when she turned back to look at him, he saw some tear tracks still remained on her cheeks. She’d missed some while wiping her face, it seemed.
He was at a loss of what to say or do, when she continued.
“The civil war almost finished us all, and very few survived; and even then, they were divided. They all wanted to scatter to the ends of the earth, and strike out on their own;” She explained as she collected herself, “but some of us held firm, and stayed together in the end. The survivors banded together, and founded our various tribes.”
“Although the Astral Gate had been broken, we held out hope we’d be able to fix it someday, and return home.” She finally finished, and stood silent.
Ethan decided to ask a question.
“Why did the civil war happen? Why did they want to break this gate?” He asked in puzzlement.
“A group of us wanted to stay here, and sever our ties to the homeland, to evade detection and escape our tormentors. The others held hope that one day the world-walkers would depart, and leave our homeland alone, and that one day we could activate the gate, and safely return.”
“World-walkers?” Ethan had heard the term before – from Aylin Merza, but he wanted clarification.
“Ah, yes. They were invaders from another great plane, or perhaps they originated somewhere else in this one? We shall never know… they massacred us, and drove us out of our world, then took it for their own.” She paused, “It was what I suspected you to be, at first.” She said contemplatively.
Ethan suddenly understood her original hostility. For her entire life, her people were hunted and exiled by those so called ‘world-walkers’, when he one day walked into her life, announcing that he’d come from another world. He also suddenly understood her habit of calling him ‘otherworlder’ all the time.
The stigma she must have associated with ‘world-walking’ must have been enormous. He was lucky she hadn’t decided to kill him on the spot, back when she first met him; and that she had decided to merely imprison him at the time.
He knew what he would have done in her situation, especially with a totally unknown and misunderstood variable like he himself was.
“So that’s why you threw me into a cell the first time we met?” He asked.
“Perhaps.” She didn’t like to elaborate on this point, he ignored it and changed the subject.
“Who built this gate, then?” Ethan asked, while pointing at the ruined archway.
“Such secrets are lost to the ages, otherworlder. Perhaps we will never know.” She looked at the gate with a faint hope across her features, “Can you fix it?” She asked while avoiding to answer the question.
“Maybe. I’m not entirely sure yet.” He said, “I need to analyse all those new thaums and enchantments.” He said excitedly, pointing at something she definitely couldn’t see. “I have a question, though.” He stated.
“What is it?” She asked warily.
“Why do you want the gate fixed?” He asked curiously.
“It leads to our original plane, our homeworld! What other answer do you need?”
“What I meant was… why do you wish to return? If the world-walkers exiled you here and massacred your people, why would you want to go back at all?” He wondered aloud.
“To fight them off and reunite with our people! Of course! Why else?” She said vehemently.
She seriously wanted to start yet another war? When they were already at war with an entire warlike, expansionist empire, just like that?
He sighed, and wondered what the Polarii would do if they ever got to know of the existence of such a gate here. Nothing good at all, he just knew. He was suddenly more appreciative of her oath of secrecy.
“I’ll see what I can do.” Ethan said resignedly, and went back to studying the enchantment on the astral gate.
Just before sunset, Ethan found himself standing in the middle of his workshop, in the company of six followers of Memeta.
It was time for his daily lesson with Faisal Tolsom.
The Cerwish [Enchanter] and shrewd [Trader] seemed to be quite driven today, and was entirely fascinated by the plastic-producing machine Ethan had made.
The lesson was soon forgotten as Faisal went over it with enthusiasm.
Ethan started to fix it, and Faisal made a couple of suggestions as to how to wire it more efficiently. He was fascinated by the power source Ethan had made, and when Ethan showed him the way the plastic foundry utilised the alchemical thaums
Release to induce bonds and break molecules down, respectively; the man was completely enchanted. Ethan chuckled at the thought.
After Ethan fixed a couple of issues with the feeding mechanism – which were causing the overheating that led to the machine breaking shortly after starting like last time; he slotted the power source once more, and Faisal watched in rapture as chunks of manure and piles of dead leaves were fed to the machine, and summarily broken down into their constituent atoms, before rapidly being assembled into polymer chains that turned into sheets of beautiful, translucent plastic.
No terrible smoke came out this time, thankfully; and Ethan avoided the fate of being covered in smelly soot like last time.
The one who was truly fascinated by the machine was not Faisal, however. It was Grenda Sprittlebracketsockets, the Gnome [Artificer], and more importantly: the [Elemental Alchemist].
She picked up the first sheet of plastic to leave the machine’s output chute, and scrutinised it carefully, then – as any self-respecting [Alchemist] would when inspecting a new material – immediately checked it for magical conductivity.
She let out a shocked gasp as the plastic soaked up – then proceeded to completely absorb – the magical energy.
Alarmed, Ethan made his way to her, and asked her what was wrong.
“It absorbs the mana! All of it! No matter how much I feed it! Look!” She exclaimed.
Ethan watched with interest – and magical sight – as the mana was completely absorbed by the material. An act which left it slightly glowing, and perhaps with slightly different properties, thermodynamically speaking? He’d have to investigate that.
“What could this mean?” He pondered aloud.
It would mean – as he soon found out – that he’d just created the world’s first magical battery.
Plastic, as it turned out, was an excellent medium for storing mana.
The smallest piece could hold unfathomable amounts of mana, and he’d later find out that over time, the charge would slowly dissipate, leaving the material inert and mundane once more.
The real problem was getting the mana back out, on demand.
What stymied Ethan and everyone in his workshop in the meantime, was how to induce this discharging process manually. If they could get the plastic to release all that mana at once, they’d basically have a way to ‘activate’ any attached enchantment on demand, and Ethan could see many practical applications for this.
For instance: flashlights – which were apparently called ‘Magelights’ in this world, fire-strikers, zap-sticks, you name it, were all common enchantments that would normally cost an arm and a leg, thanks to the requirement of the precious magicite crystals and a captured soul; but could soon become standard, low-cost pieces of mass-produced consumer goods sold by Ethan, if they could simply figure this step out.
At first, he tried heating the plastic, but that only increased its unbelievable potential for storing mana even further.
He tried to cool it down instead, which only slowed the rate at which mana could be absorbed by the material.
He then tried various chemical and alchemical reactions, but apart from a few explosions caused by some particularly idiotic attempts, nothing really worked to force the mana out of a piece of magically charged plastic.
Then, going against his better judgement, Ethan tried applying a weak electrical current to the plastic. Although he knew this type of plastic was a non-conductor of electricity, he had to try.
To his surprise, the plastic did conduct electricity in this state, albeit with some resistance.
Some mana was released, but unfortunately, the mana wasn’t released in a controlled manner. It simply exited in random bursts and in random directions.
The process was quite erratic, but thankfully did give him another idea of what was going on. It was time to try something else, but that’d take a lot of work.
How would you generate a sustained magnetic field in a primitive setting like this? Short of going exploring and finding a natural magnet on the ground at random?
He couldn’t conjure a magnet directly from the earth, either. His spell didn’t work like that. Ferrous metals could be conjured, true; but the process was slightly chaotic, and there was no way to specifically align the molecules in a way that guaranteed ferromagnetism.
After a brief bout of thinking, he came up with a plan.
He summoned a moderate amount of pure copper, and used [Meld] to turn it into a thin, long wire.
He then left the workshop and went to the Alchemy school. After testing some things, he later returned with a bucket of some clear viscous tree sap that he proceeded to soak the copper wire through.
Everyone was watching with curiosity as he patiently alternated between dipping the wire into the sap bucket, and winding the wire around the rod of magically charged plastic while applying heat to it using a spell. Slowly turning the length of thin copper wire into a densely wound spool that went back and forth along the length of the plastic rod.
The end result was an insulated copper coil surrounding a rod of magically charged plastic.
Okay, electromagnetic field covered, now on to electricity. He needed a source of power.
He could, of course, channel electricity directly via spell.
Or he could make a basic battery. He’d have to find some acid, which wasn’t that hard, really, considering he had access to a school that taught Alchemy nearby. Worst case scenario: a bunch of lemon juice – or whatever the equivalent here – would work in a pinch, for a very weak battery at least. Then an anode of copper, and a cathode of lead would simply do the rest.
But then he’d have no way to measure and control the voltage, relatively speaking. He needed something with adjustable output, to try and compare the energy release rate, if this even worked the way he expected it to.
Luckily, he had just the thing. He conjured another flat piece of copper, shaped it into a plate, and extended two electrodes from it;, they would later serve as the connections to his electromagnetic coil.
He then worked on the ‘plate’ of the copper conductor, slotting a socket in the middle, with a certain shape and measurements that fit his Mana Cell. He proceeded to layer a few enchantments on top of the copper plate.
It was a simple formula to convert mana to an electric current using the
Convert thaum, it basically induced a current by unbalancing the charge of one side of the plate.
It was untested, but he hoped it would work. He’d never used electricity in an enchantment before, though; and was determined to be careful.
He walked over to his Mana Cell and detached it from the plastic-foundry; then walked back to the copper plate. Carefully, he slotted the Mana Cell in place, and it connected with a satisfying ‘click’.
He quickly returned to the plastic rod and its copper coil, and connected the ends of the copper wire to the protruding electrodes on the sides of the plate.
Everyone was still watching intently, especially Faisal, who appeared to be wholeheartedly focused on any enchantment work Ethan was performing at the time, and the Dwarf, who was quite busy, furiously documenting everything, and taking notes into his trusty journal, as expected.
Ethan stepped back, and admired his handiwork.
It wasn’t that complex, compared to the types of machinery and electronics he was normally accustomed to working with in his lab – on his previous world – but it would have to do.
He asked everyone to step back slightly, and stepped back himself, then he instructed his AI to record and measure everything.
He adjusted the remote control for the Mana Cell, turning it down to the lowest setting, and pressed the button to engage it.
Ethan heard loud gasps as huge amounts of light and mana ejected out of one tip of the magically charged plastic rod, and… surprisingly enough: ambient mana, coming from somewhere unseen, started feeding into the other end, creating a strange vortex and lightshow.
The ejected mana looked for the closest outlet available, and surprisingly, instead of dissipating as he’d expected, it quickly discharged itself into the Mana Cell’s conversion field, which then absorbed the mana being released from the plastic, then channelled it back into the electromagnetic copper coil, strengthening the generated electromagnetic field, thus squeezing even more mana out of the plastic rod.
He was truly thankful for the automatic shut off feature on the Mana Cell, which summarily triggered, and automatically killed the experiment when things started to get heated.
They were all almost blinded by the resulting light from this experiment, that was true; but it was a success!
He’d just made the world’s first mana storage system!