For a limited third circle magic, modifying the core's function was not an easy task. Especially with the sluggish and large hands of an Orc.
The formation core sat on the table like a beating organ ripped out of the mountain and forced to behave under a roof of wood and smoke. Every time Ludwig put a palm near it, he felt the pressure of raw mana pushing back, hot, restless, and unfriendly, like it didn't appreciate being handled by anyone it hadn't chosen.
His fingers felt too thick for this kind of work. Orc hands were meant to crush skulls, not coax magic pathways into alignment. He kept having to slow down, re-check, re-trace the same invisible "lines" in the core's structure because one clumsy movement could turn "modification" into "explosion."
If Kaiser was here, he'd have had a better time and a faster time modifying it.
