The storm that shook the entire plane lasted for a full day and night.
The raging elemental turbulence barely subsided by dusk the following day.
But the sky was no longer its original color.
The sky in the far west looked as if it had been doused in a bucket of thick ink. A deep, blackish-purple stubbornly clung to it, forming a stark dividing line with the surrounding scorched-yellow clouds, like a massive, unhealing scar.
The air was filled with an unknown, putrid odor.
The balance of Magic Power across the entire plane was temporarily disrupted, and it took three days to precariously stabilize.
This had a devastating effect on Allen's work.
Inside his private workshop, as Allen performed the final Rune link for the core materials of the fourth Earth Vein Magic Furnace, a trivial external Magic Power fluctuation unbalanced the internal energy structure. The materials let out a muffled whine, then crumbled into a pile of expensive slag.
Scrapped again.
