Unwittingly, fifty years have quietly slipped away.
For mortals, this represents half a lifetime of vicissitudes.
But for wizards immersed in an ocean of knowledge, it is merely a fleeting moment.
Jeming is standing as usual within his vast underground laboratory.
His gaze is intently focused on the two slowly merging orbs of light suspended in mid-air, maintained by numerous precise instruments.
Amidst the weaving of various complex energy fields, a blue and a red core emanating the breath of origin are entwining with each other at an extremely slow yet unshakably determined pace, continuously merging and penetrating.
Confirming the stability of the cores at last, a mixed expression of fatigue and anticipation appeared on Jeming's face.
Of these two cores, the red one belongs to the "Magma Giant," while the blue one belongs to the "Yeti."
Strictly speaking, these two pure elemental lives do not actually have "cores" in the traditional sense of elemental biology.
