"What's wrong?" Hephaestus looked at the bearded colleague.
Gaelin pointed to the center of the closeable holes arranged in a regular pattern at the top of the sphere.
"It's scorched here."
Upon his reminder, everyone carefully observed and indeed found very slight burn marks.
"You are observant." Cassandra laughed.
Hephaestus furrowed his brows and rotated the sphere again, finding more marks at the same angle.
"This situation is very unusual," the red-haired artisan said decisively.
"What happens when it's scorched?" Lisya asked, blinking her clueless eyes.
Hephaestus answered, "The Creation Cauldron, our 'Dome Furnace Association' was founded to pursue it. We are the group of people who understand it the best in the world."
"So?"
"Don't rush; this is just the premise."
