Time is the most expensive fuel in the world, and Allen had extravagantly burned through a month and a half of it.
On the lands of Zone 18, the wind and sand were still biting. The once-flimsy workshop, however, now resembled an awakened steel behemoth, devouring and spewing out vast quantities of ore and materials every day.
In the workshop's core, the massive Magic Power furnace emitted a low, steady hum, like the heartbeat of the behemoth.
Allen leaned on the control console, his deep blue eyes reflecting the scene in Assembly Bay One before him.
There, three colossi stood in silence.
They stood four meters tall, their bodies entirely covered in matte-black heavy armor. It was twice-refined Black Patterned Magic Steel, its hardness enough to make the vast majority of Low-level Witchcraft and Magical Beasts despair.
