บท 314: Preparation For The Symposium

Sitting at my desk, I surveyed the controlled chaos of my workspace. Tomes lay open, some floating lazily through the air, others marked with magical runes that pulsed gently under the soft glow of the mana lamps. Diagrams, charts, and sketches were pinned across the walls—each an intricate piece of the puzzle I had been crafting for years. The air buzzed faintly with mana as my psychokinesis directed the pens in front of me, scribbling notes while another set of instruments worked at calibrating the delicate magical replicas at my side.

In this room, there was no noise. No distractions. No interruptions. Just me, my thoughts, and the endless possibilities of magic laid out before me.