"What's happened?"
Jeanne hurriedly rode up on her horse. Before the horse had fully stopped, she gracefully dismounted.
Alongside the sound of hoofbeats, Patrick also dismounted quickly, having come along.
Horn smiled awkwardly, "There was a problem with the depth measurement of the salt well. You'll need to weld us another piece of iron pipe."
Picking up a piece of iron, Jeanne stepped forward, narrowed her eyes, and subtle sparks began to leap in her hand, with intense white light shooting out from between her fingers.
The edge of the iron pipe began to melt rapidly, joining with the new pipe, though the joint seemed to be surrounded by a thin black ring.
Unlike the initial grand display of lightning spraying from her palm, Jeanne's control over the lightning had reached a new level after prolonged welding work.
And thus, a solid iron pipe about ten meters long and as thick as an arm was welded together.
