Shinon stood at his forge, the orange glow of the coals reflecting in his focused eyes. Beside him lay a stack of Lunarisite ingots. His eyes were fixated on the silvery material as he went through the list of creations to figure out the best way to use Lunarisite.
As he held a small ingot, Shinon's fingers traced the intricate patterns etched on its surface. The Lunarisite gleamed under the forge's light, its shimmering properties hinting at its potential.
Memories of his previous life, before he had been transmigrated to this world of the undead, flashed before his eyes.
Back then, he had created countless weapons, one of which was called the 'Silent Death.' It was a grenade-like device that released a cloud of corrosive smoke, spreading in a wide area and forcing even the toughest of armours to melt within seconds.
Not only that, it could also melt someone's skin, muscles and even bones. Leaving nothing but a gooey mess of a being behind.
