The accuracy required was ridiculous. One misalignment, one delayed mana pulse, and the entire firing array could jam, misfire or worse detonate mid-use. And that was before factoring in the chaotic battlefield, the erratic movement of a sprinting Krell, and the need for long-term reliability.
In short: Ben wanted a magic-powered, auto-loading rifle with bottomless ammo that could survive a warzone.
Ben let out another sigh, thinking maybe—just maybe—Elvira had finally let go of her distractions. Until her next words landed like a fireball. "Oh, and don't use the jacuzzi anymore. I'm shutting it down to redirect all the mana toward research!"
Ben spun around, offended. "Hey, that's different! Fine, but only one day of memory access! One. Then I'm going to help One driving the Rv."
