Silas watched with fascination as Forge's four arms worked in perfect harmony, shaping and molding the armor with practiced precision. The clanging of metal on metal filled the workshop, punctuated by occasional hisses of steam as the blacksmith cooled heated pieces.
"There we go," Forge rumbled, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "This armor's made from a special alien alloy called Proteum. Tough as nails, but flexible enough to let you move freely."
Silas ran his hand over the smooth surface of the breastplate, impressed by its sleek design. "It looks amazing," he said, genuine awe in his voice.
"Aye, and it'll protect you from that dismemberment problem of yours," Forge added with a chuckle. "You'll be able to pull off all your fancy moves without worrying about losing any limbs."
"Thank you," Silas said sincerely. "This is exactly what I needed."
