He began the process methodically. Activating his storage ability, pulling crystals into whatever dimensional space the system maintained, and releasing them once he returned to the factory.
It took an hour. Back and forth through his portal, each trip depositing more crystals until the factory floor was covered in them, frost spreading across wooden planks in patterns that looked like frozen lightning.
Workers stared. One whispered something about winter coming early. Another made a warding gesture against evil magic.
Jack ignored them, his mind already running calculations.
He had the ice crystals, Aetherion nectar, demon blood, and pure water from the system Father Caelen had purified.
Time to see if theory matched reality.
The first three attempts exploded.
Not violently. More like the potion mixtures decided existence was too complicated and preferred to return to component elements.
