Ron stood alone in the private laboratory, with various rare materials laid out on the workbench in front of him, ready for the creation of the Magic Power Amplification Crystal.
The light of the Magic Crystal Lamp cast complex shadows on those materials that exuded an unusual luster.
"Ailan, adjust the indoor temperature to a constant 18.7 degrees, and control the humidity at 42%."
Ron's voice was as steady as the carving knife in his hand, without a trace of emotional fluctuation:
"The upcoming creation process has extremely strict environmental requirements; even a 0.1-degree deviation could trigger a chain collapse."
The Tree Spirit floated in from the depths of the workshop, her limbs trembling slightly as she adjusted the environmental control equipment.
As a plant-based lifeform, she could keenly sense the dangerous aura contained within those materials.
It was a primitive power capable of twisting the Essence of Life.
