Gruntar always took pride in his work—but this was different.
This was the first time I'd ever seen him speak with such open confidence, almost excitement, about something he'd made.
The way Furion adjusted itself to fit my hand perfectly was impressive, sure.
The metal shifted subtly, the inner lining tightening just enough to feel like an extension of my own skin.
But that alone couldn't explain his reaction.
"Try activating it properly," Gruntar said, eyes fixed on the gauntlet with unmistakable anticipation.
I nodded and slowly infused mana into Furion.
At once, a strange sensation rose from my palm—warm, heavy, like something stirring from a deep sleep.
The flow of mana felt different from usual, as if it were being guided instead of merely released.
And yet…
"…?"
Nothing happened.
No glow.
No surge.
No reaction at all.
The gauntlet remained completely still, as if it were nothing more than an ordinary piece of metal.
Silence filled the workshop.
