Weakened descension

Jaren gestured for Siverra to accompany him, his hand outstretched in a beckoning gesture towards the workshop. Siverra, intrigued by Jaren's mysterious summons, followed closely behind as they made their way through the dimly lit hallway and into the workshop.

The room was once a grand display of engineering excellence, with gleaming blueprints and intricate designs adorning the walls, and rare and ancient materials carefully organized on shelves and in cabinets. But now, the once glorious workshop was a shadow of its former self, covered in a thick layer of cobwebs and strewn with broken furniture.

Jaren walked purposefully towards a dusty container in the corner of the room and blew the dust off the lid before opening it with a creak. Siverra couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as Jaren reached inside and pulled out a stunningly crafted item, holding it out to her with pride.