Bang! Bang!
Not long after, the all-too-familiar explosion of the furnace resounded once again, shaking the entire floor and echoing endlessly.
Amanda's stunningly bewitching face was now contorted in frustration and near madness. Her fingers, veins bulging, clenched tightly in an effort to restrain herself.
If not for the Ascended Rank spellbeast guarding the door and Velen's unusual status, she would have long since kicked him out with a single strike.
These alchemical ingredients were rare and invaluable treasures—now utterly wasted by Velen's reckless actions.
For a grandmaster alchemist like her, this was no less than the cruelest form of torture!
As the explosions from the room continued unabated, the Ironback Centipede huddled in a corner, covering its ears in grievance.
The Lv9 Forge was his most prized possession, yet Velen was tormenting it so mercilessly that the poor creature could hardly breathe from the distress.
