"Impossible," he almost shouted out loud, his eyes widening as he stared down at the glowing object.
No mortal construct in the world of Nana should have been able to withstand the sheer purity of a Paragon's mana. Even a microscopic wisp of his energy should have instantaneously turned ordinary stone or reinforced alloy to fine dust. Instead, this brick was maintaining its structural integrity effortlessly, even as he actively pumped a drop from his immense pool of mana directly into its core.
Tyrion's heart quickened. This wasn't just a building material for a regular fortress. This was something engineered to house and channel god-like forces.
Just as the terrifying realization began to take root, the material seemed to have finally reached its absolute threshold. Tiny, glowing fissures of crackled light began to spiderweb across the surface of the red-hot stone. Tyrion quickly cut off his energy flow, stopping his action instantly.
