The workshop echoed with noise as craftsmen gathered around Evan’s chosen bench. They moved tools aside swept away scraps and cleared enough space for him to work. For the first time the room felt organized even if slightly.

Rhel entered with several crates. “The council approved immediate supply. Mana plates from the beasts. Spare cores. Refined metals. Also a few tools that might suit you though they are not what you are used to.”

Evan opened a crate to find rough chisels dented tongs and old crystal cutters. He sighed. “This is the best you have”

“For now” Rhel said.

Evan rolled his shoulders. “Fine. I have built models with worse. Now everyone gather close. You are going to watch something new.”

The craftsmen circled him with eager and wary eyes. Taron stood closest notebook ready hands trembling with excitement.

Evan took a flat metal sheet and placed it on the bench. He drew a quick outline with charcoal. A familiar shape emerged though scaled differently. A compact barrel chamber narrow channels a rotating mana core chamber no larger than his palm.

“What is that” a craftsman asked.

“A miniature mana arm” Evan answered. “Your lances are too large. Too heavy. Too unstable. If we shrink the energy chamber and compress the flow we get more power with less waste.”

The men stared blankly.

Evan tapped the sketch. “Think of it like your lances but smaller smarter tighter. Like a wrist crossbow compared to a siege bolt launcher. Same function better control.”

Taron’s eyes glowed. “A new class of weapon.”

“Exactly.”

He began shaping the first piece. He heated metal then cooled it controlling the thickness. He filed edges smooth. He carved a channel along the inside shaping it with delicate pressure. The craftsmen watched as the structure took form piece by tiny piece.

“This is how precise structure works” Evan explained as he aligned the chamber. “Magic flows along paths. You do not want it bouncing around like a loose spring. It needs to move through clean lanes.”

He placed a small stabilized core inside the chamber. It fit perfectly. No rattling. No wasted space.

Gasps rose from the crowd.

“Now we test the fit.”

He snapped the pieces together and held the small device up. It resembled a compact handheld beam tool shaped for balance not raw force. The craftsmen reached forward but Evan held it close.

“Not done yet. Now the targeting.”

He reached into another crate and pulled out a cracked lens crystal. He polished it carefully shaping the surface until it became smooth and clear. Then he set a thin mana strip behind it. When he lifted the crystal to the window a small red dot formed on the far wall.

Soldiers nearby stopped in their tracks staring.

“This is a magic sight” Evan said. “It marks where the energy will land. No more guessing. No more wild swings.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

Rhel approached slowly. “You made this from scraps.”

“Just structure and logic” Evan replied. “This is what happens when you stop treating magic like a wild beast and start treating it like a system.”

Taron swallowed hard. “Master Marshall when can we test it”

Evan checked the chamber once more. “Now.”

They moved outside to the firing yard. Soldiers formed a circle whispering as Evan held the compact weapon. He pointed it at a wooden dummy across the yard. The red sight dot rested on the center plate.

He squeezed the trigger.

A sharp beam fired clean straight and faster than any lance. The blast hit the dummy with surgical precision carving a narrow hole. The crowd erupted in noise.

Rhel stepped forward stunned. “This weapon is half the size of a lance and twice as accurate.”

“More like three times if you count the sight” Evan said.

Taron whispered reverently. “We could change the entire military with this.”

Evan nodded slowly. “This is only the beginning. I can refine the structure. Add a compression switch. Maybe even a recoil buffer. There are so many ways to make this better.”

Rhel gripped Evan’s shoulder. “You are giving us an advantage no kingdom on this continent has ever seen.”

Evan looked at the small weapon in his hand.

Back home he made models for collectors. Here he built tools that changed wars.

He breathed deep. “Then we build a full set. One for every squad. And after that we design something even better.”

The craftsmen cheered. Soldiers looked at him with awe.

For the first time since arriving in this world Evan felt something powerful settle in his chest. Not fear not confusion not survival instinct.

Purpose.

He was no longer a lost model maker.
He was the man who would drag a kingdom into a new era one miniature weapon at a time.