Elio leaned against the carbon wall he had just created, his mind working at full speed. Wide Guard stood nearby, its trunk swaying gently as if sensing its summoner's intense concentration.
The magnitude of the project was simply too large for one man, even one with his new level.
"But I'm already here, so I might as well make use of the time... For the next immersion, I'll have to enter the book again and overcome level 7," he murmured.
Using every available hour and mana point could make the difference between expanding the city in time or having to agree with Fathoran and Cassandra.
His attention turned to the most immediate problem: keeping the tunnel free of cores.
Every time he opened a space, the cores rushed in, threatening to bury him. Being surrounded by cores was a natural barrier against the Locus, yes, but also a formidable obstacle to his progress.
