The air was burning.
It seared his heart and lungs.
[Junior Brother Li... you... you're... still alive...]
His senior sister's faint voice was like a clear spring. Amid the boundless heat, it called Li back from a hellish nightmare.
He still remembered that in that real nightmare, he had walked at the rear of the group, following his master and grandmaster, his senior brothers and sisters, as well as countless master craftsmen of all kinds. They had entered that terrifying yet magnificent giant Anti-Magic Armament forge, seemingly resolute but actually filled with unease.
[The Profound King of the Morning Dynasty surrendered to King Calamity. He sold out the 'Legendary Project'...]
[The monsters will find us sooner or later...]
[Sword Lake City failed... The furnace exploded... Holy Day, my daughter and son-in-law were both inside...]
[The camp beneath Sighing Mountain has lost contact. More than a hundred thousand troops have vanished without a trace. Furnace No. 6 in Heroic City is probably gone too...]
Traveling with them were the Dwarf Prince and master smiths of Chain City, the Ancient Elf craftsmen and spellcasters of the Ancient Holy Tree, the venerable masters and seasoned scholars from Three Towers, and countless famed craftsmen. Some remained silent, while others whispered among themselves.
[How many furnaces are left besides ours?]
[There shouldn't be many...]
[If the Legendary Project can't succeed...]
He remembered the dense spells and arrays inside the Anti-Magic Armament forge, hypnotic and strange.
He remembered how everyone had arranged themselves in formation, with their positions and rotation order laid out in perfect order, while the atmosphere remained mournful.
In terror, he watched the mages struggling to maintain the magic array sweat, suffer heatstroke, faint, collapse, burn, and turn into dried corpses one after another in the crimson field of vision.
He remembered his