The air in the forge began to vibrate with power as the final steps of the process began. The two davross anvils stood at the center of the room, their dark, imposing shapes a silent testament to the weight of the task at hand. The atmosphere crackled with energy, a prelude to the magic that was about to unfold.
Arthur and Morgan stood on opposite sides of the room, their hands poised over their creations, both ready to begin the enchantment process. The atmosphere was tense with anticipation as Tista, Yurial, and the others observed from a distance.
At first, there was nothing. Silence. But then, as though responding to some invisible cue, the air began to shift.
Runes began to appear in the air.
They were faint at first, glowing softly as if unsure of their purpose. But as Arthur and Morgan channeled their mana, the runes multiplied, appearing faster and faster, each one a tiny flicker of power. The runes didn't float aimlessly. They aligned themselves, forming complex patterns that coiled around the weapons and armor, a swirling tapestry of ancient symbols and primordial forces.
Then, the Primordial Flames and Immortal Flames ignited.
The flames were unlike anything seen before. Primordial Flames, fueled by the very essence of creation, began to lick the surface of Morgan's armor, wrapping it in an ethereal glow. They sparked and crackled, their fiery tendrils reaching deep into the metal, breaking it down into its elemental essence. The once solid surface seemed to melt away, replaced by countless floating runes that danced in the air, glowing with an intense white fire. The flames resonated with power beyond mortal comprehension. The Primordial Flames imbued Morgan's armor with an unearthly resilience, an armor that could withstand the test of time and the harshest of battles.
As for Arthur, the Immortal Flames burst into life around his weapon. They were a deeper, more insidious form of fire—burning with the energy of countless lifetimes and endless cycles. The flames wrapped around the warhammer and glaive, their dark tendrils breaking down the weapons' structures, but instead of destroying them, the flames purified and reformed the material into something far more potent. The Immortal Flames worked their way deep into the core of the weapons, merging with the mana crystals that had been bound within them. The flames ignited the very heart of Arthur's weapon, infusing them with a power that transcended mortal limitations.
But this was only the beginning.
Then, the Life Maelstrom hit.
A pulse of raw, untamed mana shot through the forge, sweeping over both Arthur's and Morgan's creations like a tidal wave. The air trembled as if the very fabric of reality was being torn apart, and the runes swirling around their weapons and armor seemed to resonate with this power. As the Maelstrom passed over them, both Arthur's and Morgan's items broke down further, the materials deconstructing and dissolving into pure energy.
But it wasn't destruction.
The runes expanded, swirling faster and faster, intertwining, fusing into one another as if they had found their true purpose. The power of the Life Maelstrom breathed new life into the weapons and armor, amplifying them in a way no enchantment had ever done before. The runes crackled with a ferocity that was almost tangible, and the very air seemed to hum with the energy that surged through the forge.
As the Maelstrom settled, both Arthur's and Morgan's weapons and armor began to glow with a blinding light. The runes that had once flickered faintly now blazed with brilliance, their patterns impossibly intricate and beautiful. The items were no longer simply forged metal and crafted elements—they were living, breathing manifestations of pure power, enhanced beyond imagination.
Tista stepped forward, her eyes wide with awe as she surveyed the creations. She could feel the weight of the enchantments, the depth of the power that now infused the weapons and armor.
"They're... they're incredible," she whispered.
Arthur returned to the room after a brief absence, his arms loaded with three sets of weapons and armor, each gleaming with a faint, ethereal light as if alive with magic. He placed them down gently, one set for each of his companions, the weight of the items not lost on him. These were more than just weapons and armor; they were the fruits of countless hours of craftsmanship and enchantment, honed specifically to each wielder's strengths and needs.
Phloria, Friya, Quylla, and the others gathered around, their eyes drawn to the items as Arthur began to speak.
"These are yours," Arthur said, his voice firm but with an underlying warmth. "Each of you will wield these as part of our mission and journey forward."
He first presented Phloria with a gleaming estoc and a matching set of armor, both forged with blue and violet mana crystals, and made of adamant. Her eyes widened in awe at the weapons' beauty and weight, but Arthur continued.
"Reaver," he began, the name resonating in the air as he lifted the estoc, its blade catching the light. "This weapon was forged with your needs in mind. It's more than just a blade--it holds the ability to store spells temporarily, allowing you to fight without worrying about your spells fading if you lose focus. You can carry multiple spells, even of different types, for up to two minutes, and use them at your discretion. Reaver isn't just a weapon; it's an extension of your will. And with your ability to cast and Invigoration to replenish mana, you'll have a powerful combination to keep fighting indefinitely. While it cannot store Spirit Magic spells, your mastery over those will allow you to use your mind to keep those active. This weapon will make you a force to be reckoned with."
Phloria's hand trembled slightly as she accepted the sword, her eyes meeting Arthur's in silent gratitude. She understood the magnitude of the gift. Reaver would help her fight smarter, faster, and more efficiently than ever before.
Arthur then moved to Friya and handed her a armor and long sword. "Dreadnought," he said, his voice carrying a sense of pride. "This long sword was designed with versatility in mind. It can emit all six elements--fire, water, earth, air, light, and darkness--giving you unmatched adaptability in battle. The best part? It doesn't require you to channel magic or use any mana to produce spells. It automatically generates elemental outputs comparable to a Tier 4 spell, allowing you to use whatever element is needed in the moment. You can also heal with it or capture targets, and you don't need to take time to cast spells. Simply command the armor, and it will respond."
Arthur's hand moved to the other item. "Lockdown. This armor generates a gravity array within a controlled zone, restricting enemy movement while giving you the freedom to move as you please. It turns the battlefield into your arena, giving you an advantage over enemies who rely on speed or ranged attacks. You control the flow of the fight, ensuring no one can escape once they step into your range."
Friya's gaze softened as she accepted both sword and armor, the weight of their significance not lost on her. These sword armor were more than just defense--they were her new battle companions.
Finally, Arthur turned to Quylla, offering her a set of armor and chains. "Blood Bind," he said, explaining, "These chains were forged from your unique abilities. They move as if they were an extension of yourself, allowing you to use them to transmit spells as though you were touching the target directly. While the chains don't have much offensive power, they allow you to attack or defend with precision, and they can be used to slam enemies into the ground once you've bound them. And if they break, you can regenerate them by using your energy to piece them back together."
Quylla marveled at the chains, her fingers brushing the sharp hooks. The thought of using them to augment her magic was both exciting and daunting. She could already picture their potential in battle.
Arthur held up the final piece. "And this, Angel Light," he said, his voice a bit softer now. "A protective armor for a healer like you. It generates a powerful energy barrier that shields you from attacks while you heal others or support your allies. Durable, reliable, and built for long engagements. This will keep you safe when the battle gets too intense, allowing you to continue your duties without being overrun."
Quylla nodded in understanding as she took the armor, the familiar weight settling on her shoulders. She could already imagine herself using this armor to protect her friends as they fought.
Arthur gave them all a moment to absorb the weight of their new armaments before continuing. "With these, you are now ready to face whatever challenges come our way. These weapons and armor are not just tools--they are extensions of your will, made to enhance your abilities and strengthen you in the coming battles."
He paused, his eyes scanning the group. "But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Use these gifts wisely."
As each of the women examined their new gear, their expressions were a mix of awe and determination. Arthur had crafted these items with care and precision, knowing exactly what each of them needed to reach their full potential.
For a moment, the room was silent, each of them lost in their thoughts about what this new chapter would bring. And as they stood there, weapons and armor in hand, they knew they were ready to face whatever would come next--together.