For thirty minutes the reinforced bunker of the rogue code-smith was filled with the chaotic and rhythmic sounds of absolute manic productivity.
Corbin was a blur of motion. The man practically vibrated with energy as he darted between massive server banks and a heavily modified arcane soldering station. Sparks flew as he violently fused precious high-tier mana crystals to a jagged piece of black iron. He was muttering rapidly to himself in a language that was half code and half Ethereal incantation.
Sebastian sat on the ruined leather couch with his eyes closed. He was utilizing the downtime to let his physical synchronization stabilize. The premium Server Filter he had consumed earlier had halted the terrifying Void Toxicity but his body still felt like it had been run over by a fleet of dump trucks.
He focused on his breathing. In. Out. He regulated his heart rate and ignored the sharp phantom aches that occasionally flared in his left arm where the code had nearly un-rendered.
