Adam's and Quintella's eyes widened at a hall of pure magic and wonders.
Magical gems hovered like miniature suns, brightening ancient tables that stretched for dozens of meters. The antique wood, engraved on their sides and legs, carried the residual scent of processed magical materials of the highest rank despite their age. And it was in such abundance that Adam began to doubt his own mythical eyes.
He saw pulsing veins of mana snaking beneath the white tablecloths, felt the gargantuan vitality of the wood.
An idea pierced his observation. How many artifacts could he build if he repurposed these tables? He shook his head and sighed—useless to think about the impossible... for now.
After a deep breath, he gazed at the outrageous number of dishes. Magical fish, beasts, plants, pastries, and goblets filled with refreshments sent a savoury blend of spices to his nose.
