After a while, Nexus, fueled by determination and the synergy of ancient knowledge and his innate abilities finally succeeded in calcining the rubble into the refined shape of a smaller alchemy furnace. The apparatus, though diminutive compared to its predecessors, bore the imprints of Nexus's meticulous craftsmanship "Done, this is really a master craft" he said to himself.
The alchemy furnace, sculpted through the interplay of heavenly flame and alchemical prowess, stood resilient against the relentless heat it was destined to endure. Nexus, gazing at the final product, felt a surge of satisfaction at the culmination of his efforts.
Amid the ambient hum of the laboratory, Nexus engaged in a conversation with himself. "This furnace will be the key to unlocking new heights in my alchemical pursuits," he affirmed, the resonance of his words echoing through the well-equipped space.
