After collecting the necessary ingredients from the last two dungeons, Fenrir barely gave himself time to rest.
The final components were now in his possession, and with that, it was time to begin the most dangerous and complex part of his plan—forcing open the door to his personal dungeon.
His lab was completely sealed off from the outside, with barrier layers triple-reinforced.
The ingredients were laid out in a circular pattern on the floor: a mix of spiritual crystals, arcane herbs, and mana-rich stones, each placed in precise alignment to act as a conductor.
Fenrir stood at the center, eyes closed, hands outstretched.
Slowly, he began to pour his mana into the array.
He didn't rush. The ritual required finesse.
Each node had to be awakened, connected to the others by a thread of his mana. It was like stitching together fragments of a long-forgotten realm with his own energy acting as the needle and thread.
