Radeon went to work at once. He dragged heavy cabinets across the wide pathway and sealed the approach.
Anyone trying to barge in or steal a look would find nothing but a wall of wood.
From the outside, only the blast of hot air escaped, shimmering and distorting sight.
The swords had been sorted beforehand. Each one sang a different note when struck, and each note meant a different material hiding within.
He fed them into the furnace in measured batches. Most yielded nothing but common iron.
That was expected. What he hunted were the traces. Flecks of starlit iron. Veins of cloudsteam copper.
Starlit iron was among the most reliable materials for forging weapons.
Cloudsteam copper carried qi faster than any metal he knew, regardless of elemental affinity.
Either one alone was valuable. Together, they made a man who knew how to wield weapons peerless.
