A rumbling awoken every living creature that ever dared to exist, the rumbling gave fear to all of those with intelligence... and to those without it were granted hysteria. Crystals of Mana formed from the earth and crashed through many solid structures, black flames oozed from every pore of the globe... and all then their was peace, calm before the storm one might say.
Above the head of a man who peered to far into the abyss, lay a slumbering being... now awoken. Clad in armor and holding holy weapons lay what was thought to be the strongest being yet as they gathered... they worried about what will come next as they floated above the craftsman.
Nothing came... no destruction or peril... it was quite.
Too quite.
Five hours past until work continued on, the craftsman called again an unimaginable being from slumber with the force of his Magic, materials flowed into shape and pure mana flowed through the shapes... a cloak and chest piece were created and the rumbling resumed, this time for twice as long.
A sword that once could of been considered Relic grade was now only around Middle... and it would continue to drop.
The Crafter continued on, grieves and leggings were created to his own form... and the rumbling started again for even longer.
The Crafter continued on, Gloves and goggles were created in his own form... and the rumbling started again for even longer.
The Crafter continued on, Lens... Core... Skin... Bone...Marrow... Ears... Muscle... everything was changed within his body... and the rumbling continued.
The Crafter put away his forge and fiddled with his items...he consumed liquids after liquids and became stronger... and just before finishing his final item, he gathered the strength of his companions.
An Artificial being molded itself into the Crafter and became one while the creatures stood ready for anything.
...
" Complete Set. "
...
The rumbling started again.
This time it was stronger and louder, Crystals of Mana shattered and formed anew twice over a in a second, trees uprooted themselves and ran away and mountains quivered at whatever would come
Then the rumbling stopped.
The peace was... lasting. For two hours the God like beings laid in waiting for whatever should come, and the Crafter finished his craft...
Does peace ever last?