Zane's Island,No-where—
Zane's island in No-where remained calm and impossibly serene.
But deep inside the sprawling research and forge district, a single sound echoed again and again—
CLANG—
CLANG—
CLANG—
In one of the primary forges, Zane stood before a heavy obsidian-black anvil, the red glow of the Mystic Fire illuminating the entire room.
Three of the pearl fragments still floated inside the pinkish-red flame, suspended and slowly rotating as the fire kept them molten.
But Zane worked on the first one.
The molten fragment — glowing red, softened completely — floated down from the fire and rested itself onto the anvil's surface as if obeying his silent command.
Zane's expression was calm. Relaxed.
His posture steady.
His breathing unhurried.
He lifted the Tier-Zero forging hammer, its surface wrapped in a swirling sheath of Null Energy, grey light flowing around the head like a mist alive.
Then—
CLANG—
CLANG—
CLANG—
Each strike landed with perfect precision.
