Allen returned to his dorm, room 21 on the fifth floor of the Black Tower of the Forge. The metal door shut out all sound from the outside.
The room was quiet. On the massive worktable, the mountain of textbooks, daily necessities, and various instruments had already been put away neatly.
He washed his face and got right to work.
One must sharpen the axe before chopping the wood.
Allen understood this principle better than anyone.
The thirteen Magic models he had just brought back from the library were like a gold mine waiting to be excavated.
And the "sub-thread of thought" derived from his *Myriad Machine Resonance Meditation Method* was the sharpest, most efficient pickaxe for the job.
As far as he was concerned, inscribing a permanent piece of Witchcraft wouldn't take very long.
The sub-thread of thought would play a massive role in his tactical system and accelerate his learning, so he decided to forge this "pickaxe" first.
