The {Draconic Blast Furnace} roared to life with the sound of a thousand furious dragons roaring to life.
Cain stood within the massive structure, feeling the heat wash over his body in waves. The dragon heads that spat fire within the furnace were a marvel of magical engineering, capable of reaching temperatures that would reduce most ordinary materials to vapor, while simultaneously allowing for precise control through mana manipulation.
Except he couldn't use his traditional mana manipulation techniques here. Not with these materials at least.
He glanced at the enormous piles of ores and stones Pudding had retrieved. Each marvelous piece glowed with its own internal light, pulsing with the chaotic energy of this strange universe.
The weight of just one chunk had nearly pulled his arm out of its socket. Such density was absurd, he could tell despite his weakened standards. It was far beyond anything he'd worked with on Urbus for sure.
