"Let's see if you've got what it takes," he murmured, setting it in a small apparatus designed to measure its mana capacity.
<Initial readings suggest a moderate capacity. Further testing may reveal more precise limits and potential uses.>
Mikhailis carefully observed the apparatus as it whirred to life, the crystal sitting in its cradle while faint lines of blue light pulsed across its surface. He was hopeful, though his expectations were tempered by the data from previous attempts. It had been difficult to find materials that could store magical energy without breaking down over time. He adjusted the dials, watching as the lines on the meter fluctuated.
The chimera ant workers moved about the lab, gathering notes and preparing more samples. They worked in silence, their antennae twitching in response to Mikhailis's instructions.
Rodion's voice echoed again.