The dark golden materials began to collapse inward, gradually transforming from a chaotic fog cluster into a more stable and invisible barrier that resonated with Jeming's soul fluctuations.
Inside, the properties of various materials were skillfully woven together by the artifact refining runes and energy arrays, forming a complex system of autonomous defense and counterattack.
When the lights of all arrays within the manufacturing room converged simultaneously, and the burning True Flame gradually extinguished, the center no longer held the previously thin wisp of fog.
It looked... seemingly more "unremarkable."
Completely colorless and transparent, intangible and without substance.
As if it were just a small area where air density was slightly different, quietly suspended there.
Only the keenest perception could vaguely detect the slight discord contained within.
Jeming left the control console and walked through the airtight door into the core manufacturing room.
