Lucien glanced at the roiling stillness of the Abyssal Pool.
Around him, practitioners argued, panicked, and despaired… yet the black liquid remained perfectly calm as if mocking their helplessness.
He ignored the noise and stared back at the Craft interface.
There it was—
A recipe for a simple wooden boat.
Nothing spiritual. Nothing refined.
Just… a mortal craft.
Exactly what they needed.
He selected it.
There was no need to check for supplementary materials. He and Edric's shopping spree in the small world had stocked him with iron, cloth, rope, and other resources.
Lucien closed his eyes and peered into the world within him.
A subtle tremor rippled through that inner domain as the monsters finished felling the trees.
Moments later, the logs vanished from the forest floor and reappeared neatly inside his INVENTORY.
'Perfect.'
Lucien pressed [Craft]. His materials were automatically deducted and a progress bar blinked...
Moments later, it was completed.
