In the void close to the Magi World, a young man with black hair and red runes all over his body was working on what seemed to be a miniature golden plane.
His hands moved faster than the speed of light, and he was constantly adding runes and magic matrixes to the plane. Every movement he made drew the heat, light, energy, and every type of force present in the void into his creation.
Out of nowhere, an older man with a ponytail appeared next to the man. As he saw the golden plane and the dedication and hard work put in it, admiration and care appeared in his eyes.
However, there was something else in the old man's gaze, something that troubled him.
"What is the matter, geezer?" Even though he worked in an artifact whose complexity reached the limit of what is possible, Ivar the Flawless still could divide part of his consciousness to speak with the old man.
