Toman's finger touched the gemstone and pressed it, and the Alchemy Disc began to hum.
Along the edges, intricate, dark gold patterns lit up one after another, like mechanical earthworms suddenly waking from a thousand-year slumber.
These Runes seemed to be alive, squirming and reorganizing themselves across the disc's surface. They formed a new Star Array that projected an image into the center of the hall.
"Worri, a projection?" the Lord couldn't help but exclaim.
You couldn't blame him for being so shocked. Anyone in the Otherworld who saw something resembling a projector from a past life would be amazed.
A view of a cluttered room, filled with all manner of tools and complex machinery, materialized before them. A woman with a graceful figure was bent over a workbench, tinkering with something.
"Aunt," Toman couldn't help but call out.
"Please wait a moment, everyone." She didn't look up, continuing to focus on her work.
