In Karl's office, the air was still, save for the faint hum of the activated dungeon's circuit lines pulsing through the walls. Karl paced back and forth, his skeletal fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air, a low, frustrated growl rumbling from his non-existent chest.
His empty eye sockets were fixed on a mental image of tangled, glowing mana threads, a puzzle he couldn't quite solve. The flow isn't fast enough, he muttered, the words a dry rasp. But how do I make it fast? I've tried numerous mana flow forms, some of them just have the same mana velocity. It's infuriating. He had spent hours since his last trial, instinctively untangling and re-tangling the ethereal threads, aiming for a higher mana flow rating, pushing his mind to its limits, yet the solution remained just out of reach.
