The nightfall of Ichrite had already set in, and the curtain on Lanci's dormitory balcony made the living room already quite dim. Only the light inside the Cardmaking Workshop was soft and warm.
On such a night, everything in the Cardmaking Workshop seemed even more serene and smooth.
Lanci kept picking up and putting down the tools in his hands, cooperating with the Great Love Poet. Both of them had reached an indescribable state of calmness.
On Lanci's work desk, an unfinished semi-transparent Magic Card was continuously radiating dangerous light arcs, unable to maintain a stable structure, and twisted under high pressure.
Previously, every time he made a Magic Card, this phenomenon would occur just before the Magic Card was about to explode.
But even under these circumstances, Lanci remained indifferent to its mutations, proceeding with the final steps, blocking the Magic Card's magic circuit, and final debugging and encapsulation.
