Chapter 137: Evolving Nyssa
The victory parade lasted for hours. The entire capital city celebrated the fall of House Vane.
But the Sovereign of the Forge did not rest. I left the cheering crowds behind and descended into the deepest sublevel of the Iron Estate.
The Royal Foundry was a massive cavern of heat and industry. Nyssa stood in the center of the main workshop.
She was surrounded by hundreds of scattered brass gears, iron barrels, and glowing mana crystals.
She was furiously sketching on a large parchment. Her emerald eyes darted frantically across the complex mathematical equations.
The blueprint for the High-Velocity Arcane Penetration Rounds was pushing her highly intelligent mind to its absolute limit.
"The velocity constraint is the issue," Nyssa muttered to herself. She chewed on the end of her charcoal pencil.
"If we pack too much raw mana into the brass casing, the barrel will shatter upon ignition. We need a secondary cooling rune."
