Throwing aside his lingering worries, William immersed himself in the delicate and gruelling process of crafting the world-needles and long spirit-spears. The air around him hummed with the dual spirit elements of light and lightning as he infused each process with their essences.
During this time, Fang had already made his way back through the portal and into the bustling atmosphere of Lara's city. He found Becky standing near a small, specialised forging location on the outskirts of the central area. There, Ellina was working feverishly, her face soot-streaked as she finalised the flying spear Becky had requested.
"What? He wants us to roam the other two tide zones and forcibly take over one gate each?!" Becky's eyes widened in genuine shock as Fang relayed the orders. "How much further can he surprise us? Doesn't that man know the meaning of limits?"
