He had no trouble making the item, but the alchemy omen could be an issue.
Shadow came from Floating Mech City, the home of all genius alchemists, so that man should have no problem seeing another omen.
However, "she" might also see his omen. And Angor wasn't sure if "she" could sit tight in that case. Shadow assured him that "she" would not trouble them further, but Angor wasn't fully convinced by those words.
But he didn't have any other choice right now.
Angor stopped thinking about his concerns and concentrated on his work.
Meanwhile, Shadow was sitting in front of a campfire while gazing into the path that led into the depth of Ice Cave.
Something kept bothering his mind. Just looking at the dark passage and the cold air blowing from it made his heart run wild.
He looked at Venees again. The woman had fallen asleep by resting her head on her knees.
Damn. Should I tell Angor to get away from here first?