Within minutes, the outline of a cart took shape—huge wheels fused with crystalline ice for added durability, a wide bed reinforced with frozen seams that gleamed like polished glass.
The joints were smoother than any carpenter could manage in hours, each piece interlocking with a satisfying click as her magic wove it all together.
And she didn't stop at one.
With a faint exhale, she conjured a second, mirroring the first, her breath fogging the air in rhythmic puffs.
When she finally stood, her hands dusted with a fine layer of frost that melted away in the warming sun, she simply said, "Done."
Lor couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips, a genuine spark of admiration cutting through his earlier tension.
"Efficient. Almost impressively so."
He stepped forward, inhaling deeply to center himself, then let mana flood his veins like a river breaking its banks.
His eyes glowed faintly, a pale blue light seeping through his lashes, casting ethereal shadows on his face.
