Cain looked at the blades currently stored in his inventory. That was enough to test the concept, but nowhere near enough for the full-scale version he envisioned.
For that, he'd need hundreds more. Maybe even a thousand or more.
Which brought him back to the fundamental problem— Materials.
He'd already used up most of what Pudding had gathered from the underground. There was enough left for maybe another dozen blades, but after that he'd be tapped out.
Cain sat back down and closed his eyes, reaching out mentally to the {Amethyst Silkworm} resting in the Beastmaster's Subspace.
The connection formed slowly, images and sensations filtering through rather than coherent thoughts. Pudding wasn't capable of thinking in human language the same way Ruby was, but the emotions and intentions came through clearly enough.
'More materials?' Cain projected.
Pudding's response was immediate. A sensation of emptiness came through.
