The deep blue light dissipated. Allen decisively severed his direct connection with the Earth Vein Magic Furnace.
The boiling Magic Power in his body rapidly subsided, and a sharp, needle-like pain pricked at his nerve endings.
His "mana bar" had briefly broken its limit, but his body—the "hardware"—had nearly fried from the overload.
'It felt amazing, just a bit too short.'
He flexed his wrist and cast his gaze toward the center of the deep crater.
"'My 'Infinite Firepower' trial card has expired.'" Allen took a deep breath, quickly adjusting his state. "'Time for the next item on the list.'"
He took a deep breath, his Spiritual Power locking onto the spatial anchor point deep within his soul.
This was the most crucial step.
Since the workshop could be fully retracted into the half-plane, could he, as its master, directly enter this completely safe, independent dimension?
"Jarvis, create a channel. I'm going to try entering with my physical body."
