The forge was an organized mess, its walls lined with tools, sketches, and half-built prototypes. The air smelled of oil and metal, a testament to months of relentless work.
The magic gun lay on the workbench, its sleek frame of gleaming under a mana-powered lamp. Its barrel, etched with faint runes, housed a intricate mana conduit, and a slot at its core awaited the final piece — a Magic Crystal, pulsing faintly in Adrian's hand.
The past two months had been grueling. The gun's design demanded precision beyond anything he'd tackled before.
Starsteel was stubborn, resisting the forge until Adrian perfected the heat with custom bellows. The mana crystals shattered if the conduit's alignment was off by a hair.
Adrian had burned through countless failures, each one a lesson, but the Tech Core's [Blueprint Ascension] skill had been a game-changer.
