The Artifact Refining workshop occupied the ground floor of Sparkshire's technical building—a massive space that was more industrial foundry than classroom, filled with forges and workbenches and equipment that radiated some innate enhancement potential.
Bright entered with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, his spatial foresight automatically cataloging the workshop's layout, identifying the tool locations, mapping heat signatures from the active forges.
The place was different, he recognized immediately. It had no resemblance to the common lecture hall nor the training ground. It was an actual production facility where things got made rather than just studied or destroyed.
The space smelled of metal and heat and something else—essence residue maybe, lingering soul-force from previous refinement work, accumulated power that the workshops developed over years of concentrated creation.
