One of the hammer's heads was flat, while the other resembled an ice pick.
The three mana crystals that rested on its top and sides remained white for a split second before starting to cycle through the seven colors of the elements and then turn white again.
"This is no longer Ripha Menadion's Fury. This is now Elphyn Menadion's Fury, crafted like her mother would have made me do it were she still alive. Yet Elphyn is a relic of the past, just like the runes that Menadion left me.
"Hence, as its crafter, I rename it Solus' Fury since just like her, it's born anew." Salaark offered the hammer to Lith, holding its head in one hand and the end of the grip in the other.
Lith took the Fury and gave it to Solus. She imprinted the hammer while he was still holding it, ripping it from his hands and embracing it like a long-lost child. Her sobbing slowly decreased in intensity until it stopped.
Solus had lost her consciousness but she had found her peace.
