Althea was already working in the Research Center even before dawn, while her husband still hadn’t gone home at all.
She missed her children already, and she hoped this war didn’t get dangerous, especially for them.
Later, the twins would be heading to the bunker with guards, but they were waiting for her husband’s signal as they were trying to find the suspicious individuals first and make sure the coast was clear.
They couldn’t underestimate the enemies at all. They could be waiting to entrap them. Just the thought of her children being touched by those bastards made her insides boil in anger.
Plus, because Alterra’s roads were clear and straightforward (which was usually a good thing), this meant that the enemies also had a clear vision of the people passing through. It was also relatively easier to predict a group’s path as long as one knew the end and starting points.
Of course, if the vagabonds still hadn’t found an hour or so before the war was set to start, then they’d have to send the children there anyway, though definitely well-guarded.
As of now, there were still a few high-level fire users around unaccounted for (and also those that could be pretending and had found loopholes in oaths), and that meant there were still many people who could trigger the bombs, should there still be some.
Even if there weren’t and this was a psychological fight, they ought to play it safe when it came to the children.
She stopped in front of the table where the shrapnels and the shells of the bombs were placed.
Last night, she had been stuck here, not knowing what to do with it. Now that she had done a few necessary potions for her husband and her men, she decided to focus on this.
Hopefully, they figured it out before it was too late. But...how?
Other people had been studying this even before her, from different fields and different perspectives. This included Lin and Oslo, who specialized in metals, as well as the goblins who specialized in rocks.
Together, they found traces of various components like pyrite crystals, stones with touches of cobalt-like substance, and black iron, which were somewhat related to bombs they knew.
Black iron was a given; pyrite crystals were used as reactors in Terran dynamites, while cobalt was used in fuses or detonators, as energy conductors.
They also found traces of Blu, which meant it was also a material.
However, regardless of the traces of whatever they found inside the leftover shells, there was nothing they could use to help detect the potential bombs in their territory, all just waiting to be activated.
She stared at the shell, a solemn expression on her face. The others saw her too and sighed. They wanted to help her out, perhaps brainstorm, but they felt like this thing was out of their league.
Their energy and talents were better off making things they could do. For example, all the toolmakers were busy making as many of their respective tools as possible.
Even Melissa was making stuff. Her item was for heating, but heating could have many uses, too.


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