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“Hmm. Then what else...?” Hector rubbed his face, trying not to focus on how tired he still was or how everything still ached. He took a deep breath and thought back. “I already know that there’s a limit to the amount of iron I can make, so... well, how does that work, exactly? I mean, I know the limit can increase as my, uh, as my proficiency does, but... uh...”

‘The volume limit is also reliant upon proximity. Anything you create is counted towards that volume limit as long as it’s within your range.’

Hector tilted his head. “So... if I’ve maxed out on the amount of iron I can create, then... to make more stuff, I have to either destroy something or... move away from what I already created?”

‘Correct.’

“Interesting...” He looked out across the wavering horizon. “Maybe I should figure out what my range is.”

‘Not a bad idea. Your range will grow over time, but it could still be useful to know what it is currently. And there’s plenty of space out here to work with.’

“Time for some tests, then...”


Chapter Forty-Five: ‘O, noble men of the Crown...!’
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King William Belgrant was simultaneously restless and exhausted. Sleep had been a fleeting rarity of late. The best he could hope for was the numb, groggy feeling that accompanied his meds.

He had a host of doctors checking up on him regularly. He didn’t look his best, but his pallor was nothing that a few cosmetics couldn’t fix.

Mostly, the King’s presence had become a façade for the public. Prince Gabriel had assumed the vast majority of Helen’s responsibilities, which William knew to be far from ideal, but he was in no position to do anything about it. It was difficult enough just trying to understand what was going on. These monstrous people of Abolish rarely bothered to explain anything to him. It was always a choice between doing what they said or being tortured. Or watching someone else be tortured.