"Ah… ah… I don't… Nothing like that…" The old man fumbled but after a while, he wiped his eyes and started talking slowly. "He… he was always fond of riddles," he murmured. "Said no one would find his secrets unless they understood how he thought. He always told me, 'Father, the heart of creation lies where the metal meets the magic.'"
"The heart of creation lies where the metal meets the magic," Damon repeated under his breath. "Sure, very useful and not at all vague." He lifted the mechanical sphere again and examined it carefully.
"Metal and magic," Damon mused, his mind jumping to the basics of crafting, materials and mana circuits, things he had no idea about.
In his previous life, he had spent all his time researching and learning about vampires and trying to find out hidden clues about the legendary item of the vampire race. He had absolutely ignored all of the professions and only paid a little attention to alchemy.
