Angele inhaled deeply and stored the silver necklace in the mirror. "That's a useful tool. Six-arm snake race, huh? I'll remember this name."
The snake woman nodded. "Alright then, you don't have enough energy to keep this spell going. How long do you need to collect all the metal weapons?"
Angele thought for a second and responded, "60 000 tons of metal weapons… I'll need some time. Can I refine the weapons so it'll be easier?"
"Refine? What do you mean?" The snake woman was a bit surprised. "You mean increase the density of the metal?"
Angele heard the question and nodded.
The woman hesitated for a second and responded, "It'll be great if you can refine them. I hope you'll have the weapons prepared the next time we meet."
"I'll prepare everything in 1000 years," Angele promised.
"Sounds good." The snake woman was satisfied with what she heard. "One more thing. Take this with you. I don't want you to die before you finish your job."
