"This is insane." Praise slipped from the watching mouths as Brakhtar worked like a painter, blending every color with absolute focus and control.
He was not only guiding his own skills to construct this furnace; he was also steering the hundreds of skills the other Practitioners had poured in. Like an alchemist at the crucible, he used them all, breeding and creating a new skill from their mix.
Seconds stretched into minutes. Around them, the void seemed to harden, pressure turning the emptiness to something like glass, and they were already moving through an invisible passage toward a new dimension, a prison that would hold them all.
Yet even then, no one showed strain or panic. Every gaze held to the 2-headed ogre, faces lit with a terrible fascination as he worked.
When the clusters inside the sapphire finally condensed and fused, the result revealed itself to all.
"A transparent liquid?"
