Monica, standing beside the Stellar Furnace, brightened and loudly repeated Theus's command.
Beatrice stood beside her. Miss Fountain had recovered considerably and had come to observe the proceedings as well—perhaps to get a sense of her future workplace.
Tata, who had been waiting for ages, immediately pulled the control lever. He was technically the chief commander, but being unable to operate it himself was more unbearable to him than death, especially since this was the first test.
Before them lay a ritual site that occupied more than half the hall. Its densely packed pipelines were more than ten times as complex as those of the Storm Generator.
Things Tata designed often had this trait: bloated and messy, yet somehow always capable of functioning.
Still, this was only a trial version. There was plenty of room for future optimization, and it had not yet been modularized. After all, it could only be used near the Stellar Furnace, so portability was not much of a concern.
Perhaps Blood Port would install one in the future as well, though Isabella was still occupying the energy core for now.
As the lever was pulled down, the fully automated prayer module slowly began to operate. Unlike the Storm Generator, the object of prayer this time was the one inside the Stellar Furnace, so there was no need for coyotes to rotate.
Instead, a new pipe extended from the Stellar Furnace. Physical pollution flowed out through it, then flowed back through sacrifice, replacing the coyotes.
"Next time, I'll take you to see the Storm Generator. You can watch the coyotes spin there!" Monica whispered to Beatrice.
Beatrice stared in amazement at the pipe pouring out pollution—her own flow rate was nowhere near that high. The Stellar Furnace was the real fountain; she could only be considered