The brain was the command center—of both body and mana.
Adrian knew it would work. He knew he could read the elemental affinity of the golems and tune their threads. But still, when it actually happened, the sensation was strange.
As he wove the first thread into each golem, he asked, "Don't you have any Runesmith who could handle this instead of me?"
Forgelet gave a wry smile. "Normally they use the magical orb to check affinities. But that orb doesn't work on these golems."
Adrian exhaled through his nose. "Figures. Nothing less from a monstrosity."
"Hey! Don't insult my babies like that!" she shot back, but he ignored her.
From the side, Michael finally spoke. "Isn't he a bit young for you to be praising him so highly?"
Forgelet chuckled. "He hasn't reached his former glory yet, but even now, his knowledge makes him the most brilliant Runesmith alive."
