Making Gloves
"I need to make something that will serve as a medium for them," he thought and the thing he had in mind was nothing else but the tools in his hand.
"I need to find an ore and modify it so it would be suited to make these tools by them," he muttered before asking, "how are the ores coming from the deep mine we control doing?"
"Ding! Many had already formed growing veins inside the ground."
"Good," he nodded before adding, "take me there."
The next moment he vanished to appear above giant hills and mountains occupying a great stretch of land in his garden. The place he appeared at was part of a purified world.
The ores extracted were all gathered here, collected together to form these hills and mountains. Arthur glanced at this scene and smiled, as it wasn't an exaggeration to say the ores nearly took an entire world so far.
"And the veins?" he asked while glancing all around.
"Ding! They are deeply rooted under all these."