And from what I understood, they met the requirement.
There were already nodes woven into the vines—points where mana naturally flowed and circulated—and anchor points built into the structure where the garnets could be set and linked without forcing the connection. Jael hadn't just thrown those walls together; he had designed them with intent, shaping the network so that something like this could slot into place when the time came.
All he needed was the garnets and the chance to use them.
But that chance never came.
"I'll continue your work, Jael. Watch this poor goblin from the afterlife."
I muttered it under my breath, my gaze drifting toward the window, where the dark sky stretched quietly beyond the base, the stillness of night settling over everything.
Then something clicked.
Right.
The daily quests.
I almost forgot.
