Capítulo 31: Mad Ramblings = Futuresight?
Freya was dumbfounded, as she repeated Loki's words, as one of the few that descended during the time of chaos she knew Umr At-Tawil fairly well… He was the only god without a pantheon, He was a man of few words but a brilliant mind… He helped the primordials perfect the ritual to descend, His work helped the gods understand the blessing and so much more…
She remembered the red beam piercing the sky, it rained blood for months afterwards… a fear the gods never knew they had sank into their minds, A mortal killing a god is known as the biggest taboo, with consequences no mortal can hide from due to the aspect of divinity latching onto the killer… Those that have killed gods are quickly executed not out of fear of another god being returned to the heavens but to stop those mortals from ascension….
The few gods that knew Umr At-Tawil believed he wasn't 'born' like the others, unlike others he couldn't affect his physical features, nor could he manifest his arcanum… something every god should know how to do instinctively, not to mention he was the youngest of the gods back then
He was the only god that continuously caught Freya's attention, His soul was small and faded something Freya would normally overlook but a god with such a weak and limited potential was something she never understood
Just as this thought crossed her mind a certain small and seemingly weak soul flashed in her memories, a smile came to her face as she played with a small hide bag under her dress
As for Ouranos, his eyes widened as his mouth slowly gaped, Umr At-Tawil… a god known for his mad ramblings, those that were strong enough to remember him before he disappeared were few in number and all thought him insane and paid him no mind… but Ouranos listened and now he finally understood
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The expedition was currently resting in the 28th floor inside a fairly large cave, it was slightly damp but after seeing the whole floor covered in a thin layer of water hiding small and large pools of unknown depth, As Lumas ate his meal while sitting in between Ais and Susan occasionally allowing them to feed him a bite or doing the same for them, people were sending them weird looks but the ever calm Sebas smiling kept them from saying anything, they saw him during the monster party…
After eating Lumas pulled out Shadowsteel and a strip of high quality leather and began to polish his sword while Ais rested her head on his shoulder while polishing Ventus, Susan pouted as she took out her claymor and began sharpening it on the other side of Lumas
Lumas looked over at her claymor and frowned slightly, the blade was riddled with imperfections, he hasn't even touched the blade and he can already see that it had degraded with age, putting Shadowsteel to the side he put out his hand, Susan saw this with confusion before handing over her claymor
Lumas stood up as his 'Item Box' opened and his Mithril-Orichalcum alloy Anvil that he made with great difficulty and a few of his tools alongside a chair, those that were watching were in shock. Space Magic? Those that were from the Hephaestus Familia looked at the tools in interest, they didn't know what metal the tools and anvil were made from but they could respect the quality
After looking through the 'Item Box' Lumas pulled out various ores, the surroundings watched as the ores began to heat up in his hand, their ears rang as the distinct sound of a hammer hitting hot metal rapidly sounded out and the ore slowly began to morph, black bits and flakes fell away from the metal as a small reddish-silver alloy was revealed, Tsubaki watched from the side intently making mental notes of his process, while she may not be able to replicate it through magic she wanted to try through forge and hammer
Lumas began to undress the blade, as he began to remove the pommel and the pins holding the handle to the tang the blade slowly began to heat up, pulling a few more things from his item box he laid the blade on the anvil and began melting the ingot working the alloy into the blade with every strike of his hammer 'Reforge' would activate strengthening the blade and evenly spreading the alloy
After a while, Lumas opened his item box and a container large enough to hold the sword fell out alongside two large jugs of oil, keeping the blade heated he began filling the container with oil injecting his mana and intent in to the speciality oil (1) just as he did the blade, after quenching the claymor and redressing the blade he turned to Susan with a soft smile
"Name it," Susan put her finger to her chin as she tilted her head in thought "Hmm… How about Oblivion?" As she spoke the sword was wrapped in a swirl of mana
[Oblivion: B-Rank Blessed Demonic
A two handed claymor reforged by an apprentice blacksmith, Due to intent and mana injected during the reforging process this weapon had broke through the natural order
Oblivion: S-Rank: Call upon the seeds of destruction, when 'Oblivion' is chanted the weight of the sword will vanish as its edge will become infinite
Durandul
Makers Care: C-Rank:This weapon will need no maintenance as long as mana is present]
Lumas rubbed the back of his head as he spoke "There wasn't much I could do, I'm lacking the majority of my tools but as soon as we return I'll get onto making you a sword"
Susan looked violated as she hugged Oblivion close to her body "No" Lumas seemed confused but simply shook his head as he made all his tool fall into his Item Box while taking a seat between the two beauties returning to polishing his blade which seemed to him in delight
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