A white pure stream of liquid flowed in a patterned ring around a thick stone castle. The walls were a bleached white that rose in deterrence past the nothingness that the white stream kept separate from it. Huge tall gates stood at the end of the castle lands guarded by armored beings.
If one looked closer they'd find these walking defenders to be void of any life within. Lacking all the basic principles of a living being except for a white core that gave the walking suit of armor its sentience.
Yet while these beings possessed life and sentience their lack of sapience was evident in their unmoving stance. Even with the loud echoes of metal striking metal, not a single one moved. It was not unusual seeing as their prerogative was not being threatened. Their creator remained well and hearty, her halls safe and warm.
Yet the sound continued, louder than before at times, rhythmical in some cases, and then silent in others. The sound if followed could be noted coming from deep within the castle. It swept from within the grand doors of Haero's first safe haven, boomed as it went past the several empty rooms, and grew louder the deeper into the castle one went.
Past a thick door that held back the heat of the red room it shielded, where colored flames blazed with a symphony. To the right in front of an anvil, a huge hammer in her golden right hand swinging with a passion while ignoring the sparks from her hammer striking fiercely on a red hot piece of metal held by two Unborns with the aid of prongs was a blue-eyed female. Her golden hair was tied in a bun above her head. Drops of sweat from the hot air rolled down her cheeks and sizzled on contact with the hot metal.
Her golden arm at times flickered, its glow dimming a bit before she would halt a bit to focus on the arm. The glow would brighten and back to striking at the hot metal she was.
Several pieces of such metal were brought and then beat into shapes that made one wonder what they were for. Yet the eye-catching detail about the forging going on was the little amounts of energy steadily pooled into each piece of metal that got beaten into shape.
The metals were something that came from several trials and errors. With little knowledge of metals, the barely remembered and nearly forgotten race of Demis, the Denners had finally gotten a purpose.
The little folks scrambled about within the forge picking up still-cooling metal pieces with prongs and setting them up along a mannequin's arm. One Denner stood by the female pointing at times and or just saying random stuff that the two Unborns would nod to at times. The girl had no words simply following the instructions given as she pounded at intervals, soaked the metal with divinity at times, and then pounded again.
"...so with this alloy, I believe we can achieve the perfect Hold." the Denner nodded. The girl cast a side glance at the Denner quickly before returning her gaze to her work even though her thoughts were filled with laments.
'Why didn't I make it specific.' she sighed. Apparently creating a race had to be very thought out just like the initial seven had been. Just merging two races without clear thoughts led to this.
An androgynous race.
The feminine male nodded his or her head at the work ongoing. Its eyes, once a normal brown flashed a mythical silver before fading back to normal. Resonance. The Denner's perk to understand and be attuned with metals.
"They've all been coming out good. Suspect due to your energy donation. This piece should be the last for the complete thing as long as the measurements hold once done." the Denner turned and walked off with a swagger unbothered by the cold glares leveled on it from Two-9 and Two-2.
"My lady, allow me..." Two-2 was silenced by a gaze from the female who then went back to her beating.
A few hours later she stood in front of a table, several pieces of metal with dim gold glows getting picked and fixed together by the fast-paced Denners. The metals were held in place by a temporary glue for the moment. With each piece set it slowly turned into a cylindrical long tube that kept accumulating metal till the last piece was put.
It was all done in a blink of an eye making the female wonder how dexterous the Denners were compared to the Lomries.
Pushing the thought out of her head all attention went to the cylindrical tube. An exhale, an inhale then a step closer to the table. This was it. The moment that would define how she played from here on out.
After the war of Endings as the known gods had chosen to call the chaos incursion event things were sort of bleak as the goddess had come to acknowledge many things. One of the most important being her procrastination to learn and complete Cole's missions was now biting her in the back.
Deep within the wound was a chunk of black vile that came back as Primordial chaos matter when scanned. Unlike normal when flooded with divinity the goo seemed to only grow larger going from one inch of the wound to two inches. More as divinity kept getting flooded into it.
It was something Cole had defined as the parasite entity. Like a leech, it latched not to her divinity but to something else. While the ethereal mist called aether was capable of destroying it the energy was kept at bay by the factor within her body which resonated with it.
Primordial chaos.
One of the first elements that had forged her being.
Cole had been very forthcoming about having wanted to teach the use of the said element. As both the binding agent and the potential cure for her inability to simply regrow the arm with Divine Purity other options had to be taken to get Cole to teach her.
Pushing the deadline for the quests to immediate and also crafting herself an alternative.
An alternative that was more a trial of probabilities than anything else. While she could simply use her newly gained aspect of cosmic constructs to make an arm as she had now. A peculiar and annoying flaw was present. Like all parts of her abilities will was important for the upkeep and strength of the construct as much as divine or cosmic energy was.
Basically, divine energy was the tar or fuel, yet will was the template, the holder. Without it, the divinity had no form no edge, no drive or use. Just bright light that could burn.
[SUB-DIVINITY ASPECT ]
[ASPECT - COSMIC IMBUE]
[You can now imbue materials with divinity]
[Materials adaptable to the energy will be able to retain it and might react to it too. This reaction either comes as evolution or degradation]
[Imbuing materials will increase proficiency in this aspect and decrease concentration time. Proficiency and capabilities are affected by understanding]
[SUB-DIVINITY ASPECT]
[ASPECT - COSMIC CONSTRUCTS]
[Divine energy is more than lifeblood. More than holy light or fire. It is the will of gods given physicality, the drive in the machinations of immortals. It is the bone of capabilities and the spine of intentions.]
[You can now forge divine relics, gears, and weapons at the normal tier]
[Creating constructs will cost less divine energy and less concentration. Proficiency and capabilities affected by understanding]
Which was when she had the idea of creating something like a prosthetic in-game. First dibs on crafts if there was such an achievement.
The plan crashed soon after she realized that most metals amongst the acclaimed God metals were unfeasible to her ideas or could simply not bear her divinity when unleashed. How could a part of her not be able to use the energy she was made of?
A conundrum that the Denners annoyingly solved.
Lesaton, a flexible metal higher in grade than its lesser counterpart mithril. Evolved from said metal by the energies and heat of creator gods imbued into it, the strokes of the forge hammer and fires of order and chaos.
Berstisum, the strong unyielding metal of shocking density evolved from Adamantium. Stoked by the heat of Pious and Divine the new alloy was even stronger. With both parts, her plan was more likely to come to fruition thanks to cosmic imbue and cosmic constructs.
All the chittering and talk in the forge room came to a halt as all eyes went on her. This was a moment that would go down in the history and lore of the. Star Rings, not seeing it was more than social suicide. It would be murder.
All watched with a burning intensity as she swiped at the air producing a template that was unseen to their eyes, one which she reread once more.
Taking experience from making the Lunals, and the mistakes with the androgynous Denners she had made a thorough description for her arm.
From midair, her detached arm appeared on the table. Inspecting it she saw unsurprisingly that the arm had not been set upon by rot. Either due to the game mechanics or just the fact that it was a divine limb.
[Organic] - [Arm of the Creator goddess]
[ABSOLUTE]
The severed right limb of the creator goddess. Lost in defense of her universe. This item can be used for crafting or life evolution.
She needed something that would bear the energy she exuded, something flexible and wearable like flesh. Lesaton.
Something hard, dense, and strong, to bear the brunts of power and weight. To strike blows without shattering. Berstisum.
Yet it would be incomplete, a hunk of metal without feel or connection if not done right. While she lacked the necessary knowledge for such nerve connections and medical expertise. She did have one thing. Her former flesh, her detached limb.'
Holding up the template she read from it. Sol was birthed from her words warning her of the power in the 'One of the speaker's' title. A title that showed itself useful in commanding her aether properly. As an energy that she was still unable to manipulate with just will for the moment, words were her best shot.
So like the Speaker she was her lips moved and she spoke.