"What?"
Fowler's gaze flashed with fury. The drones weren't his own personal creation, but their communication hubs were personally crafted by him.
His proprietary Rune Mesh allowed him to have semi-sentient mechanisms work together, creating the illusion of a single mind from a hive. It was precisely the concept of a hive mind that he was trying to reflect in real life.
It could be said that this was his magnum opus, and it was also his secret to entering the B-tier, something he felt he was infinitely close to.
The less your talent was, the harder it was to complete a Foundation. And unless a Foundation reached a certain standard, it would never be good enough to reach the next stage.
Fowler had been stuck at Level 200 for a very long time. For many, the bottleneck they would reach was one where the Aether of beasts they killed and devoured—or people, for that matter—would never be enough to allow them to move forward.
