Night had settled deeply over the academy by the time Damon stepped out from Lunaria's laboratory, the quiet stretching across the grounds in a calm, almost reflective stillness as the moonlight traced pale paths along the corridors and walkways.
He let out a slow yawn as he walked, his body finally acknowledging the length of the day, though his mind remained far from tired, still turning over everything he had just confirmed.
The issue of feasibility is at least solved… he thought, his gaze drifting ahead as his pace remained steady, I can actually make the products now…
The realization carried weight.
Not excitement alone—But structure.
Next comes the manufacturing unit… production setup… then market fit… creating awareness for something that doesn't even exist in this world yet… establishing a flow…
His steps slowed slightly as the scale of it settled more clearly.
…It's too much work for one person.
A faint frown formed as another thought surfaced.
And money…
