As Isaac recovered from his high, he couldn’t help but gasp at the effects of his release. As he sat up from his position carefully as to not startle the sleeping cloud dragon, Isaac was only able to marvel at the now crystallized cum that he had spewed moments ago.
Crystal growths rose up into the air as perfectly see-through rods and it glowed with magical energy. Each of the rods were independent and unique as it shaped up as different shapes, each emulating some essence.
Isaac narrowed his eyes and was immediately shocked. The rods held pure magic. As Isaac stood up, the purple cloud dragon began to fly up from its disturbed slumber, its size nearly as big as Isaac’s own crotch, which is big.
Isaac lumbered to a rod and plucked it up. As it snapped under Isaac’s strength it stopped its growth. Isaac inspected the core and it was undoubtedly real magic trapped within. Willing his vines to emerge the thorny bramble vines wrapped each rod, and snapped it.
The sizable patch of glass-like floor didn’t falter and instead began to grow newer crystals. The bramble vines retreated with the crystals, storing it deep into Isaac. It would probably be useful later.
Isaac willed the full cloud dragon to reenter his metal loincloth as it sealed up, hiding the dragon once more. Looking around, Isaac noted how the laboratory seemed odd, contraptions focusing on more magic than machine.
An odd contraption caught Isaac’s sight as he glanced it, and he strode to it in curiosity. It was a mirror, and behind it was an array of machinery directly connected to the mirror. It looked pristine as if it was newly made. Inspecting the machine Isaac saw an inert crystal.
It was grey and empty, but it looked oddly familiar.
Isaac then remembered the crystals.
Willing one out, Isaac held the crystal in his hand, its magical energy vibrating out of its shell in waves.
Isaac grasped the inert crystal and pulled it out with a pop and the crystal crumbled to dust, the magic within faded. Instinctively Isaac placed the crystal into the slot as it fitted oddly.
A few seconds later and nothing had happened.
“Huh… Is it broken?”