Chapter 327
Chapter 327 Bustle
Feidnan City, Adept’s Tower.
Within Greem’s dwelling was a specially constructed massive golem hall.
The hall was a mess right now.
Wooden boxes of all sizes were piled in the corner of the hall. Several of them were already open, and neat stacks of metal ingots were visible inside. The metal ingots were rectangular. They gleamed with a desolate glow under the soft and bright light of the hall.
These were all magical alloys. A specific ratio of magical ores had been mixed into the nuggets, allowing them to possess supernatural effects that ordinary metals didn’t own.
Located in another corner of the hall was a simplified magic furnace. Three different mysterious arrays shone underneath each of the furnace’s three feet. Violent energies were surging from the adept’s tower into the interior of the furnace through these arrays. The power quickly turned into roiling elementium flames and swirled within it.
Two muscular, sweaty dwarven blacksmiths stood on wooden benches placed beside the furnace. They swung their massive iron hammers upon a piece of magical alloy. The alloy had already turned a reddish white from the blistering heat.
Of course, most of her efforts yielded no results. She wasn’t even able to obtain the most basic indications of fortune or misfortune.
That said, it wasn’t all in vain. Once in a while, mysterious patterns would appear on the shell shards. Disjointed and fragmented scenes would then emerge in Alice’s mind all of a sudden.
Sadly, most of these images were too blurry or chaotic for Alice to understand the message that fate was trying to convey.
Alice’s divination attempts to scry Witch Nina had all failed without exception. It was almost as if there was a powerful forcefield around Nina that prevented divination spells from getting through it. No information could feedback to Alice.
She was trying to scry a Second Grade witch with the powers of a First Grade witch. Alice honestly had massive guts for a person her size. She was far too courageous.
Her Spirit was only able to sustain five divinations per day. Once she used up all five chances, it wasn’t Spirit or stamina that would be consumed when she tried to divine. It would be her life force.
Alice had already failed four times today. The constant failures frustrated her to no end.
She tossed the broken shells into the trash basket on her left before taking out another palm-sized tortoiseshell from the basket on the right.
It was a piece of a dragonturtle shell.
The dragonturtles were considered to be hybrid dragons due to the dragon bloodline flowing in their veins. Consequently, their shells and scales were extremely suited for divination materials.
Trying to scry a higher grade adept with her abilities seemed to be something that would remain a fantasy. Alice frowned. Just then, an idea struck her as she worried about how to use the last divination of the day.
Scrying a higher grade adept wasn’t likely to succeed, but it was probably a lot easier to scry an opponent of her level, wasn’t it?
Alice’s eyes lit up. She softly chanted as she smashed the shell with the platinum hammer in her hand.
“O power of fate, please show me the most powerful enemy in the Battle of Fate!”
The hammer fell.
A blinding radiance emerged!