Three days had gone by in the blink of an eye for Adrian, with each second consumed by the drone project that had seized his imagination.
Adrian hadn't wasted a single moment. Every time the Factory's cooldown reset, he plunged back into the workshop, his mind ablaze with schematics, calculations, and refinements.
The cooldown periods were spent wrestling with propulsion equations and various adjustments.
Even in rest, his thoughts never strayed from the drone. He had not stepped outside the underground capsule in the Corrupted Lands since he began.
The world beyond the cauldron's walls had faded into a distant memory, irrelevant compared to the potential brewing in his hands.
This drone wasn't just a tool; it was a cornerstone, a proof of concept for a future he could barely glimpse.
Adrian was ambitious, and this fusion of magic and technology, had ignited a hunger in him he hadn't known existed.
