Tyler lifted the iron tray with metal tongs, tilted it, and dumped the useless hardened residue into a growing pile near the wall.
It landed among many others.
Several trays already lay scattered there, each stained black from failed experiments, each carrying the remains of Carbonyx ore that had either melted into lifeless sludge or endured electrical discharge without revealing anything useful. Beside them, untouched chunks of Carbonyx were stacked neatly in a corner, their black surfaces streaked with purple veins that now seemed almost mocking under the workshop lamps.
So much ore, yet none of it had given him a proper answer.
He set the empty tray aside and finally removed the thick gloves from his hands.
