Inside the artifact workshop, the atmosphere shifted the moment Grom placed his hands over the technowatch. His workbench glowed with layered runic circuits, gears unfolding in quiet, precise movements as though the very table were awakening in anticipation of something extraordinary.
Zane leaned against the wall, arms loosely crossed, the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. Lucen stood nearby—tense, unsure how far this madness would actually go. Seris hid a trembling curiosity behind her composed expression, while Corvin watched warily, clearly expecting an explosion… or a murder.
Elena and Vira, who had intended to leave earlier, now stayed out of sheer intrigue. Grom had staked his life on this attempt. No mage or engineer could walk away from witnessing that.
