He examined the sextant carefully until he grasped each and every piece he could. The materials were actually not that difficult. The ores the witch provided him were actually not far from the same quality.
The Blue Fire Death Silver was a rather unique ore so it could not possibly be the same but he could salvage the materials of the sextant itself. He felt they were compatible.
He examined his schematic and frowned as his idea was feasible but it was not as simple as making a new lens alone.
The sextant was able to adapt because the Divine Realm formation master was that good at their job. It had been able to strain itself enough to accept his rudimentary addition.
He held great respect for the formation master.
The bits and pieces he had scraped from his feeble understanding showed he was never a formation master even remotely. Sigils made so much more sense to him but he knew the reverse was true.
