I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

The Mantra circuits glowed brighter for a brief moment, only to flicker and dim again, teetering on the brink of failure.

Rumble, rumble—

Another tremor rippled through the cavern shortly afterward, shaking the ground. But this time, no one made a sound. Like Lucia, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on Ian.

Swoosh.

He stood with his left hand raised high, golden light pooling in his palm once again.

"Is he supplying power to the circuits?"

Someone muttered under their breath, and Lucia gave a nod. "Probably. The Great Platinum Dragon inscribed Mantra circuits onto Sir Ian's left hand."

"I see. So that's how it is."

"As expected. A miracle only possible for a Dragon's Agent."

A few dwarves nodded and murmured their agreement. But their voices weren’t filled with awe alone.

"Even so, stabilizing the circuits of this entire cavern would require an immense amount of magic." A sigh escaped one of them, expressing their worry.