Svarein and I disassembled every single transcendent item that we could get our hands on. We disassembled them to the point that we understood every single mechanism, every single shape and structure of the atoms, along with every single idea. We could craft every single one of those transcendent items in our sleep.
But that was not enough. We began to forge new items with the intent of making something greater. Something along the lines of 7 days had passed and still we had not rested. We would not rest until we had made a Mythic item.
We had made over two hundred ascendant and transcendent items, but never a Mythic one.
'There has to be a reason why we are failing.'
I nodded to Svarein. "Think about how you made your first Mythic skill. Imagine the proportion of that idea. Recall the experience that made you form that skill. For me, it was a pain so great coupled with a realization that pain is good. That I could use it. That it was mine."
