There was a bit more work needed on the warehouse than Krow and Buri could get done in a day.
So after a morning of doing quests, Krow returned to the warehouse. The basic warehouse enchants – preservation, security, cleaning, were intact but lacked power.
Charging them was needed before he could transfer materials from Nyurajke. That meant opening a crate of ethermica.
As the building sucked the magic from the ethermica cubes, Krow practiced using two revolvers.
It wasn't going well.
A gun skittered across the stone floor of the warehouse, as he instinctively moved like usual then rapidly tried to correct. That was the tenth time. Or eleventh. Was it twelfth?
Krow exhaled hard, walked to pick up the revolver.
The rhythm of using and reloading two revolvers in battle – he just couldn't find one.
Especially since the second revolver was holstered in the small of his back, keeping the butcher knives strapped to his left leg.