Chapter 412: Hammer Time

Chapter 412: Hammer Time

The sound of hammering echoed throughout the city. There was something about the sound, as if tuning forks were dueling, letting out emotion at every strike. Ambition, determination, desire all of those echoed from the noise as if the hammer was made of them.

Confused, Dallion continued along the road. People chatted away on either side of him, ignoring the sound as if it didnt exist.

Why cant they hear it? Dallion wondered.

The further Dallion went, the fewer people there seemed to be. By the time he reached the forge, the neighborhood was virtually deserted.

Where did all the people go? Dallion asked a few tiles.

Even the tiles didnt respond. Looking closer, Dallion saw that the tiles had no guardians within them nothing around him did. And yet, he was sure that things had been different yesterday. The forge had been full of guardians, most of them just as mouthy as their owners.

Gleam, Nox, get ready. Dallion walked inside.

All the apprentices and journeymen were gone. Even Alabaster was missing. One single person was working, hammering away at a large piece of red-hot metal in the fat part of the forge. Dallion felt deep unease, but also an unexplained sense of familiarity.

Always late to the party, the person said, not pausing to turn around or stop his work. Looking at him, he had an average build, and from what Dallion could tell was roughly the same age as him.

I was busy. Dallion felt the need to defend himself.

Busy saving the city. The other laughed. You come up with the best excuses.

Dallion didnt agree with that. If anything, saving Nerosal wasnt an excuse. It was what happened. And he had saved it, or at the very least, played a crucial role in saving it. Still, he went closer, stopping a few steps from the man.

From this distance, he could see his features clearly. The man looked a lot like Kraisten when he was young. No he didnt look like him the man was Kraisten.

What are you making? Dallion asked.

The chunk of metal was far larger than necessary, almost the same size as the anvil itself. The shape was largely deformed, but Dallion somehow knew that it was the local province.

Forging Wetie, Kraisten replied. Ive been at this for a while, but each time I almost get it right, something comes up and messes it up for me. Take it from me, never forge a provinceits more trouble than its worth.

Ill keep that in mind, Dallion thought. He had no desire to forge a province, or even a city.

So, what mess are you going to start today? Kraisten asked.

I was thinking of making a hammer, Dallion replied.

Its about time. You should have had your own ages ago.

I told you I had other things on my mind.

Once at the forge, Dallion didnt enter the main building, but went to the back, where his personal room workshop waited. The lock let him in with a kind greeting, and didnt forget to mention that Alabaster had stocked up on coal and wood. That only left Dallion to actually start the fire, and since he was going to shape sky silver, it was going to have to be quite hot. That was another reason why only awakened worked with those metals. In order to reach the desired temperature, several shifts of blacksmiths had to work on the bellows for a few days. An awakened could do the same in a few hours.

As time trickled on, monotony slowly took hold. While the first half hour Dallion was excited thinking of what hed do with his hammer to be, his enthusiasm quickly evaporated. It was at that point that he noticed that Nil had been remarkably quiet until now.

Nil, everything okay? Dallion asked.

Sometimes its better for one not to say anything at all, the echo said in surprisingly stern fashion.

Why? What happened?

Ive had a bit more time to look at your hammer design

But I havent shown it to anyone, yet.

Gen gave me the details. And let me tell you, both of us are concerned regarding the usability of the thing in question.

That didnt sound too good. However, Dallion found it more concerning that one of his echoes had shared his thoughts regarding something he hadnt yet constructed. Maybe he was going to take a leaf from Euryales book and start wearing a blocker ring more often.

Innovation has always been difficult to accept

Innovation? Nil was on the verge of shouting. Your hammer is triangular! How in the world would that be well balanced? Or even remotely comfortable. Youll need to become a chainling only to hold that thing. And the weight distribution Seriously, sometimes I think you avoid reading scrolls just to spite me.

Nil, Ive already been through all the forging materials in the library You were there for Moons sake.

Apparently, you didnt read them well enough! the echo snapped. Putting quicksilver in a hammer would make it unyielding. Itll be safer to put the hammer on the ground and use the anvil to strike the metal into shape!

Internally, Dallion sighed. On the one hand he was glad that his echoes were concerned about him to such a degree. Listening to them was like listening to criticism coming from two extremely good friends. However, Niland by the sound of things Gen as wellfailed to see the obvious. That was to be expected, of course. Nil had never had the empathy stat, and Gen had been created way before Dallion had acquired it. Everything they said was perfectly logical and would have made perfect sense, if it werent for one thing: Dallion was going to rely on the hammer to help him while forging. That was why he had gone through the trouble of spending a fortune on high grade mercury last night. The metal was far less toxic than on Earthalthough the fumes still caused sicknessused primarily for complex mechanisms. As far as Dallion was aware, no one used the material for weapons and with good reason: a mercury core served no benefit while only weakening the overall item. Sky silver, however, took care of that problem. Extremely hard and durable, it was going to safely contain the liquid metal without compromising the integrity of the hammer. More importantly, the intricate waver-like latticework that Dallion was planning on making, was going to allow the mercury to flow almost chaotically within the hammers entire head; and, of course, thanks to Dallions empathy stat, he was going to ensure that the randomness was no randomness at all.

It'll be fine, Dallion said. Thanks for the concern, though.

I know what youre trying to do, but if there ever was such an art, it has been long lost.

Dallion only smiled and kept on working the bellows. The truth was that hed a chat with Aspan on this topic right before going to the forge. If there was anyone who understood how fluids worked, it was a copyette. It was a pity that only Dallion had any memory of the real events that took place in the kitchen. Even after the events at the arena, Aspan preferred to keep his existence secret.

Sometimes you just have to trust me, Dallion said, whipping the sweat off his face.

That, dear boy, is what concerns me the most. Each time youve said that, things have either ended in absolute failure or something worse. While I encourage you to think out of the box, sometimes you think way out there

The work went on. When the temperature had reached the right point, Dallion melted down all the sky silver he hadnot a large amount by far. While that took place, he focused on making a mold of the shape from waxwith all the minute detailsthen placed into a wooden crate of ash-sand.

Then came the complicated bit. The pouring of the metal in the cast was considered the moment when an item guardian came into being. There were several theories on the topicNil had tried to explain them in some detailbut the bottom line was that, for a predominantly metal item, this was regarded as the moment of birth. In order for Dallions plan to work, the guardian had to help with its own formation, which meant the first instructions had to be given simultaneously before and during the realm was being created.

Here goes nothing, Dallion said, and split into twenty instances.