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Other times, the roots didn't bother with a cocoon. They molded things in front of his eyes, shaving away at metal as if it were no more resilient than a bar of soap. Or they would slot shaped pieces together--and not always successfully, either. He could see that it was a slow process, sometimes relying on simple trial and error.

That was probably the result of the user, though, right? Agrian looked like he was just standing there with his eyes closed, but he must've been controlling the roots with his mind.

All in all, it was hard not to be impressed. Being able to see the Forge in action for the first time was pretty amazing. He hoped Abbas was able to see this, too.

Overall, though, Hector figured that creating something would probably take a really long time, especially if the desired item was super complicated. Plus, Agrian had probably been more skilled with the Forge than Abbas currently was.

Yeah. He should keep a handle on his expectations here, Hector felt. Even with all this new information at their disposal, it would probably be a while yet before Abbas was pumping out any crazy artifacts of power.

But hmm.

There was obviously still plenty more to learn here. Not just about the Forge, but about the history surrounding it, too.

Thousands of years.

Thankfully, the vast majority of it probably involved the tree just sitting here, abandoned in an empty field. That would make going through and observing all the important parts a bit easier. Hopefully.

Regardless, Hector didn't intend to rush. As much as he wanted to get back to reality, he wasn't about to waste this opportunity. Rasalased seemed to have a habit of kicking him out of conversations prematurely, so perhaps Hector was a little more reluctant than he otherwise would be to let go of this treasure trove of historical details in front of him.