Inside the top-floor chamber.
The Lv9 Forge roared with intense flames, resembling a sun that had fallen into the room, turning the air crimson with heat.
Amanda stood with her arms crossed, unintentionally emphasizing her perfect figure. However, she paid no attention to that—all her focus was on Velen, who stood at the center of the room.
Velen appeared somewhat nervous, which only made Amanda even more tense and expectant.
After all, he had completely disregarded the Supreme Forge earlier, and even his spellbeast companion treated a Lv9 Forge as a weapon.
Clearly, this man had an extraordinary background.
The alchemical potion he was about to create would undoubtedly be astonishing.
As Amanda pursed her red lips in nervous anticipation, Velen took a deep breath, seemingly calming himself down. Then, he began channeling his mana into the forge.
Fwoosh!
The already raging flames of the Lv9 Forge flared even stronger, as though someone had poured oil onto them.
