"No. 7324, Move faster!" The supervisor's cold voice came from above, and the metal boot soles made a harsh scraping sound when stepping on the suspended board. "The blessing of the wings of the 'Thunder Feather Guard' must be completed before sunset. If you delay, I will throw you into the Fallen Abyss!"
Lin Xuan didn't dare to raise his head, but pressed the soldering iron harder. When the rune was completed, there was a golden light, and then it disappeared into the metal wings. This is the forty-seventh rune he completed today, three short of the daily standard of fifty.
