Me and my twin looked at one another in stunned silence. "She actually made him use the Lantern of renewal" I said raising a brow.
I smiled, "And did you see Felicity? slamming the frost giant Seriya into the ground with one arm? That was the most insane thing I've ever seen!" We both laughed at this as we turned our attention back to the matter at hand.
Hours stretched into a tense rhythm. Each subtle adjustment of flame and qi was critical. One mistake, and all the Rainbow steel in the crucible could harden, resist, or shatter. Night passed into morning, and morning into late day.
Yet, the forge sang beneath my focused qi.
My twin carefully carried the formed mystic clay cast; its surface etched with the three interlocking triangles and the inverted negative triangle at its center. Every line, every edge, every array imprint anchor point had to be exact — even a minor flaw would disrupt the elemental harmonics of the Tri-Emblem.
I stepped to the Soul Furnace Mimic forge, who remained behind with us at my command. The Mimic eagerly opened its snapping chest maw to receive and bake the Mystic clay. I placed the mystic clay on the Mimics waiting tongue, it swallowed the clay cast baking it in mystic purple flame.
we both watched, carefully monitoring the temperature of both the elemental flux, and the subtle shimmer of purple flame that baked the clay cast. The late-day passed into the early evening. I continued to scrape off impurities or dross until the mystic rainbow steel was completely purified. "Perfect," I muttered under my breath."
Just then I and my twin felt a rush of energy and renewed vigor, we both gave one another a nod and a knowing smile. "They certainly enjoy co-cultivating, don't they."
My twin smiled, "Aye that they do! But ya'know what they say-Teamwork makes the dream work."
Finally, after hours of painstaking coordination, the clay cast was baked to perfection, its surface etched with the Tri-Emblem's interlocking triangles, and along each triangle were imprinted array anchor points. The Soul Furnace Mimic carefully spat it out, placing it on a reinforced anvil as the molten rainbow steel shimmered, ready for the casting phase.
The mimic thumped its base in approval, the runes along its bands flickering in a slow, measured rhythm, as if counting the pulse of the forge alongside us. Even Jorun, silent and awed, stepped closer, his sweat-streaked face reflecting both amazement and disbelief. "Extraordinary…" Jorun murmured, stepping closer to inspect the baking cast. The apprentices huddled near the doorway, wide-eyed, unable to hide their shock. Jorun spoke "The precision… the control… I've never seen such mastery, even in grand black smith masters!"
"Observe," I said softly, almost to myself, "the Mystic Rainbow steel must harden under controlled spiritual pressure. If it cools or hardens too quickly, it fractures the elemental resonance. If it's too slow… the negative triangle loses its integrity, and the Tri-Emblem fails."
The furnace seemed to respond, its spiritual infused flames licking and coiling around the kiln.
"Extraordinary…" Jorun murmured, stepping closer to inspect the baking cast. The apprentices huddled near the doorway, wide-eyed, unable to hide their shock. "The precision… the control… I've never seen such mastery, even in grand black smith masters!"
The Tri-Emblem clay was fully hardened. Ready to receive the molten rainbow steel, and casting. I carefully lifted the hardened Mystic clay with tongs and carried it over the sky grade forge. The cast rippled with spiritual energy.
I watched as my twin maintained the temperature with absolute precision, his eon qi flowing in subtle, rhythmic pulses that harmonized the molten metal. Ensuring it would merge flawlessly in the next phase.
Jorun leaned forward, sweat gleaming on his brow, hands clenching in a mixture of awe and apprehension. "Unbelievable… even with dividing his consciousness into three, he's maintaining perfect control over both processes. Can he truly forge the Tri-Emblem talisman?" His mind raced.
By now Master Jorun had learned the true Identity of his guest, which was none other than Lord Ash of Iron Fang himself. The scroll's instructions were detailed, but he had never seen anyone manipulate rainbow steel with such mastery or bake mystic clay with such precise elemental alignment.
Jorun stepped closer, his gaze flicking between the molten crucible, the Soul Furnace Mimic. "Observe, apprentices," he said sharply, almost involuntarily. "This is not merely forging; this is the pinnacle of spirit and technique. Impossible for anyone below True Mystic Lord rank yet somehow Lord Ash has achieved this level of skill."
I took a moment to survey the scene: the forge alive with energy, the apprentices stunned into silence, Jorun's face a mixture of awe and barely contained excitement, and the mimic humming quietly beside us. I let my eon qi pulse gently through the crucible, keeping the rainbow steel perfectly molten, each hue shimmering like a living prism. The steel had to flow flawlessly into the mystic clay cast; any hesitation, any uneven flow, and the elemental harmonics would shatter.
My twin positioned himself with surgical precision. I whispered softly to the forge, coaxing the molten metal with subtle currents of qi, adjusting its temperature by mere fractions to ensure it would flow evenly into the mystic clay cast.
It was the calm before the moment of truth — the moment when the impossible became inevitable.
I took a deep breath steadying myself, Then I poured. The mystic rainbow-steel flowed forth like multicolored mystic light, cascading into the cast with a quiet hiss that quickly rose into a symphony of molten rainbow. The clay trembled under the influx of energy, but my twins' careful control stabilized it instantly. Sparks flew, the air grew thick with heat and the scent of spiritual metal.
Jorun's eyes widened as he stepped closer, hand gripping the edge of the reinforced anvil. Jorun's face was a mixture of disbelief and reverence. He watched as the elemental currents stabilized, weaving the molten rainbow steel into the hardened clay. "Extraordinary," he murmured. "The Spiritual control… the subtlety… I've never seen anything like this. The precision… the harmony…"
The mimic thumped its base in quiet approval, runes flickering in sync with the pulse of the forge. Sparks flew, mingling with violet flames, casting reflections across the polished stone walls. The apprentices at the doorway could only gape, eyes wide with awe.
The rainbow steel shimmered, threading through the negative triangle, spiraling up the edges of the three positive triangles, and settling perfectly into every channel. The Tri-Emblem's creation was only just beginning, yet already the impossible seemed within reach. "Now," I murmured, to myself, "synchronize the elemental resonance…"
Jorun's eyes widened as he stepped closer, hand gripping the edge of the reinforced anvil. "Impossible… he's threading qi into the flow as it pours… maintaining perfect elemental balance…"
The apprentices, previously frozen at the doorway, now leaned in, whispering among themselves. Jorun didn't speak; he simply watched, a mixture of disbelief and admiration etched into every line of his face.
Minutes stretched as we worked in perfect harmony, synchronizing every aspect of the pour: the rainbow steel's heat, the clay's spiritual pressure, the subtle elemental harmonics threading through both. I could feel the talisman taking shape, a subtractive resonance forming in the center of the inverted triangle.
"Isolate the subtractive force in the negative space," I instructed, voice echoing softly in the forge. My twin focused all qi on that central void, ensuring it remained empty yet charged with subtractive energy, a grounding zone for elemental absorption.
Night carried on into the morning as we waited for the spiritual heat to die down, allowing the Tri-Emblem to cool off. As it cooled down the cast seemed to suck in the residual heat in the shop itself.
We broke the cast open, inside was the Tri-emblem, retaining all of the intricate patterns and sharp geometry of the design. Three interlocking triangles gleamed, each edge sharp and perfect, each channel flowing with rainbow-hued light. The Tri-Emblem was whole, alive and balanced with additive and subtractive elements, radiating a calm but unmistakable power.
I stepped back, letting my twin merge back into my consciousness, feeling the culmination of every split focus and every pulse of eon qi. The Soul Furnace Mimic carefully lifted the completed talisman, placing it on a display anvil, pink fairy flame swirling gently around it like a protective aura.
Jorun exhaled slowly, visibly shaken but exhilarated. "Incredible… truly… the Tri-Emblem…" His voice trailed off, reverence replacing words. "I've forged many great works… never have I seen… such control, such precision…"
The apprentices whispered among themselves, awe-struck. Even they could sense it — this talisman was more than Sky-grade; it bore the signature of a master manipulator of spirit, metal, and intent.
I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. The impossible had not only been attempted — it had been achieved. And yet, this was only the beginning.