“You are correct, Morok.” Salaark nodded. “What you are witnessing is only the final result of a complex process, though. Lith shares the burden of the Eyes and Ears not only with Solus and Ripha like usual, but also with the tower itself.”

“How is that possible?” Aran took out his Grimoire and ink, ready to take notes. “I mean, my Big Brother always used the different floors of the tower to surpass his limits and Forgemaster wonders, but it never worked so well.”

“In the past, Lith simply used the tower as the magical tool it is.” The Overlord replied. “Each floor controls multiple enchantments, and Lith had to operate them one by one, just like you are doing with your ink and Grimoire, Aran.

“Now, instead, he is using the tower like an extension of himself.” She used her breathing technique, Mother Sun, to make the invisible visible and brought the deep breath that Lith took before every blow to their attention.

“For a brief moment, Lith merges with the power cores of the artifacts stored in the Armory, those of the Menadion Set, and even with the tower core. He no longer needs to command the various enchantments. Lith thinks, and they follow.

“On top of that, the mana stored in the tower and the artifacts he controls is temporarily shared with the other Forgemasters. For a heartbeat, they are stronger than they ever were and ever will be.

“The energy Lith gives them fills their bodies and cores to the brims and then fades. You can consider the process akin to Invigoration, and its effects are quite similar. That single breath overcharges your aunts and uncles, and the energy it leaves behind is used by their bodies to restore part of the lost energy and relieve their fatigue.