Meanwhile.
Human Kingdom.
Somewhere inside the Royal Palace Private Room.
Kimar was furious.
"Don't tell me we still haven't completed the new weapon!!!" He glared at the robed figure standing before him with bowed head, along with several other robed figures in the room.
"Do you know how much I've already paid you and invested in this new weapon!? "
"Your Majesty…"
"Fuckkkk!!" Kimar slammed his fist on the table, his face red with rage. "We've been researching this for so long, and we're still not advancing beyond matchlock muskets! Why can't we use magic the way Armand does with their weapons!?"
"Your Majesty, if I may…" The lead robed figure stepped forward cautiously. "The problem is… if we stuff a fire crystal into a musket, it releases too much heat all at once. The barrel melts or explodes before we can even fire. We haven't found a way to control the mana release like Armand does. Their technology… it's something we simply don't understand yet."
