In the dim glow of his private workshop, Salomonis worked tirelessly through the night, his fingers deftly maneuvering small gears, magical conduits, and intricate mechanisms. The room was alive with the soft hum of enchanted machinery, the occasional spark lighting up his furrowed brow.
On the long wooden table before him lay the prototype of the airship he had envisioned during his recent conversation with David. Despite the progress he had made, an air of frustration hung heavy in the space.
Salomonis pushed his round spectacles up the bridge of his nose, peering intently at the magical core stabilizer he had been attempting to fuse with the propulsion array. His tools clinked against the metallic frame as he worked, his brow deeply furrowed. With a muttered curse, he pulled back, letting the enchanted parts fall into place with a soft clatter. The fusion was unstable, lacking the crucial component to synchronize the mana flow.
