The next lecture hall stood in stark contrast to the classrooms they had grown accustomed to, as Damon stepped inside alongside the rest of the students and found himself in what could only be described as a fusion between a high-end laboratory and a magical workshop, where polished metallic surfaces blended seamlessly with glowing runic circuits, and transparent chambers floated at different heights, each containing swirling liquids, fragmented cores, or half-formed constructs that pulsed faintly with contained energy.
Workstations were arranged in long rows, each equipped with crystalline interfaces, adjustable platforms, and hovering tools that responded to subtle gestures, while along the walls, sealed compartments displayed completed artifacts—rings, gauntlets, small devices—each radiating a quiet, controlled aura that hinted at their function without revealing it outright.
Damon's gaze moved across the room.
Measured and observant.
So this is where they make them…
