The initial clearing of the Anti-Magic Prison was complete.
Soren brought a small number of the intact alchemy constructs ashore. Rather than rushing back to Port Nyanzaru, he waited for Goria to arrive.
Goria arrived by teleportation around dusk.
The Fallen Witch arrived half an hour later. Whatever had delayed her was unclear, but Corinna seemed to have an odd expression on her face today.
Unlike Soren, who stared blankly at the pile of alchemy constructs, Goria and the Fallen Witch could not hide their delight the moment they saw them. They carefully dismantled the constructs to study them, constantly instructing the apprentices beside them to take notes. In their eyes, these badly damaged devices were extraordinary treasures. They even painstakingly copied the tiny rune inscriptions on their surfaces.
Well.
Soren had to admit that he was no true scholar. He could not understand the rune inscriptions on these alchemy constructs at all.
As though she had sensed Soren's confusion, Goria stole a moment from her work to glance at him. Brushing back her long hair, she said, "Judging by the damage to these alchemical devices, we can now be fairly certain that the Mythal has shut down."
"All the energy supply devices are damaged."
"A Mythal can operate for no more than a hundred years by replenishing its own energy alone. This place has been buried for over a thousand years, so the Mythal's core should also be lying dormant somewhere on the seabed."
"Next, we'll need a great deal of manpower to salvage it."
"Based on our preliminary assessment, there should be a complete Mythal down there, and an enormous one at that. It's larger than the Arcane Tower's Mythal. Its coverage could probably encompass half of Port Nyanzaru Island."
The Anti-Magic Prison was an island in its