Grinning, Adam wrapped his hand around the dull-red beast core. Sky-blue mana emerged from his palm, the light acting like a corona around the smooth sphere. For a moment, he pondered the protocols he would enchant it with. Should he go with his own style, or perhaps use the golem's patterns to glean a reaction from Viktor later?
Eventually, he shaped his mana like branding irons, orderly patterns shimmering brightly. With a sizzle and a puff of rising steam that carried the scent of brewing storms, the dull red of the beast core brightened into an elegant vermillion.
Power source enchanted. Now came the hardest part: the actual protocols. That was a nightmare he had spent years studying, books piled on his desks and parchments filled with scratches back in the void palace's library. Yet, even with Lulu's help, they had failed to create free will.
