The accuracy required was ridiculous.
One wrong alignment or a single delayed mana pulse and the entire firing array could jam, misfire, or even detonate in the middle of use.
That did not even include the chaos of a real battlefield, the erratic movement of a sprinting Krell, or the need for something that could keep working for months.
In simple terms, Ben wanted a magic-powered, auto-loading rifle with endless ammo that could survive a warzone.
He let out another sigh and hoped that maybe, just maybe, Elvira had finally dropped her latest distraction.
Then her next words hit him like a fireball.
"Oh, and do not use the jacuzzi anymore.
I am shutting it down to redirect all the mana toward research."
Ben spun around, offended. "Hey, that is different.
Fine, but only one day of memory access.
One.
Then I am going to help One drive the RV."
Elvira did not argue.
She did not need to.
She knew his excuse was weak.
One could drive the Workshop RV without any help.
