Zane leaned back slightly, eyes half-closed, a faint smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.
I know a way to make this even more interesting…
Much more interesting.
His gaze drifted—not outward, but inward—following the lingering mana signature he had sensed ever since stepping into Gravundar.
From his explanation… and the nature of that mana…
And as Grom said, the problem is obvious.
The Heart of the Deep Forge wasn't flawed in concept. Far from it. The principle was sound, elegant even. Infinite production through cyclical mana compression and release, mimicking the planet's own core.
The flaw lay in containment.
In this world, Zane mused, there are only a few realistic solutions.
A super-hard metal capable of withstanding endless pressure—mythril, or something in that category.
Or—
A medium that doesn't resist pressure… but adapts to it.
