The familiar white light of the Simulation Chamber faded, replaced by the soft mana-powered lighting of Adrian's private chambers.
He reappeared on his bed, the place from which he had entered the Factory nineteen days ago. Nineteen days of obsessive study. He had held off on starting new major projects, instead investing every second of his Factory time in studying the principles of formation magic.
Witnessing the complex, self-sustaining necromantic array in the Elven forest had shown Adrian a gaping hole in his own knowledge.
Unfortunately, after days of poring over every of his knowledge, and running countless simulations, he had made very little progress in deciphering the core of that dark magic.
This led him to a frustrating hypothesis: the formation was likely reliant on a unique energy signature from its operator.
