Perfikot stood in the command center of the Floating City, overlooking Langton City through the heavy glass window.
The outline of the city was faintly visible amidst the snowstorm, with sparse pedestrians on the streets wrapped in heavy clothing, hurrying along.
Although the situation in Langton had somewhat improved, her brow remained furrowed. She knew the city's peace was merely a facade, with an undercurrent of crisis ready to erupt at any moment.
"Count, the Alchemist Association has sent a message that they have successfully improved the new fuel furnace device." An attendant hurried into the command room, holding a thick report in his hands, his tone containing a trace of barely concealed excitement.
Perfikot took the report, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the parchment, her eyes swiftly scanning the text.
The report detailed the working principles and performance parameters of the new fuel furnace.
