She gestured towards the pile of Omnichalcum, her tone returning to that of a commander assigning a task.
"Go. Familiarize yourself with the metal. I will give you tasks on how to manipulate it. We will exhaust your Everything today and see what its limits are."
Noah shook his head internally.
Exhaust his Everything? He had no intention of being stuck here doing menial tasks, not when the very air of this place hummed with a power that could erase him from existence if he made a single wrong move.
He needed to prove his worth, not as a battery, but as an architect.
He walked to the massive pile of Omnichalcum, the cool, inert metal radiating a strange, primordial stillness.
He ran a hand over its pristine surface and began to speak, his voice a calm, even current that cut through the sterile silence of the lab.
"The problem isn't the pilot," he said, not as a question, but as a simple statement of fact.
Elara, who had been moving towards her workstation, paused.
