Vika casually wiped away the insignificant ambush, as if he were just brushing off a speck of dust from his shoulder. His full attention remained firmly locked on the Moonwell and the stabilization anchor before him.
"Deep root separation, begin." His voice was still calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Following his command, on the multi-armed machine, two other probes with even more slender tips, shimmering with silvery-white runes, slowly reached into the water below the well, aligning themselves with the stabilization anchor.
The engineer wizard's expression was grim, his hands steadily operating the machinery, eyes fixed on the dozens of floating crystal panels displaying constantly fluctuating data and images in front of him.
"Guide the probes into position, initiate the vascular separation mode."
The tips of the probes lit up with a gentle yet highly penetrating glow, a light that was not aggressive but possessed a peculiar characteristic of analysis and guidance.
