Divinity through Craft

Dago's eyes flickered, and the metal spell puppets following him, summoned through [Mirror Soul], scattered in all directions.

These puppets were not merely feelers for reconnaissance, but nodes through which his mental power extended, analyzing every unusual fluctuation of energy in the air for him.

Wrapped in [Living Silver Ice] armor, he used the effects of [Spatial Silver Ice] to blink forward, swiftly making his way toward the golden dwarf statue and the plaza.

Each blink briefly deceived the laws of physics. His figure was like erased data, reconstructed at the next set of coordinates.

Over the past two days, aside from a few Marvelous Magic Boxes, Dago's greatest haul had been a large quantity of rare metal mediums.

For a metal wizard, the Mechanical Heart was a treasure trove littered with resources. The dwarves had left behind an enormous amount of forging metal.

These were the remains of an old era and nourishment for new power, suffused with an intoxicating air of decay in which industry and magic intertwined.

Though time had corroded the vast majority of them so badly that even Bronte III disdained taking a bite, their surface oxides lay as thick as dead skin.

With a little effort, however, he could still extract alloys and metals of reasonably good quality from that rusted scrap.

Dago's rational eyes pierced the dust of ages, looking straight into the microscopic structure of matter.

His mental power removed impurities with the precision of a scalpel. This was the purification of truth, an operation that reversed the chaotic increase of entropy.

Dago had collected a great deal, bit by bit, selecting some to mix into his original living silver ice.

At the microscopic level, the metal molecules underwent violent restructuring and interlocking, emitting ecstatic shrieks that only a wizard's mental power