"Took you long enough, kid," the hologram grinned. "I was starting to think you died in the Undercroft. Welcome to the real classroom."
Alvian smirked. The old man had left ghosts everywhere.
"Professor," Alvian nodded. "I have a project."
He pulled out the [Wyrm-Tooth Dagger] he had used for weeks. It was a good weapon, an Epic drop. But against what was coming, it was a toothpick.
He placed the dagger on the anvil.
Then, he placed the [Fragment of the World Shell] next to it.
Rogge's hologram whistled. "Dimensional material? You're trying to make a weapon that cuts through reality? That's… ambitious."
"I'm trying to make a weapon that kills the Syndicate," Alvian corrected.
He looked at Valeria and Seraphina.
"Guard the door. If the hammer starts swinging, the mana shockwave will attract every sensor in a ten-mile radius."
"We'll hold," Valeria said, drawing her claymore with her good arm.
Alvian turned back to the anvil.
