"We need to give it more!" Astra demanded, standing across as the Alevarians pumped air into the furnace, watching as the fumes danced into the sky, her gaze narrowing as she saw one of them starting to slow down.
"Belk, take over!" She demanded, everyone else already on the ground and exhausted, She turned to them, noticing their disheveled state. "Seriously…?"
"I swear..." She pinched the bridge of her nose, her gaze narrowing slightly from annoyance. "Alright, alright let's call it here—"
The Aelvarians stopped all at once, falling back from pure exhaustion as they fought for air. Astra walked up to the contraption, looking inside to see iron sand still in one piece, glowing softly from the heat that sizzled inside.
"We barely got anywhere…" She mumbled to herself, her arms crossed as she thought about it. Belk rose lazily from where he sat, a slight headache ringing in his skull from over exhaustion.
