III-13Reforge (I)

Repeat that. Say that again. Say it. Keep your straight face and say it to me. Say “someone killed an entire court of our descendants and st

Repeat that.

Say that again. Say it. Keep your straight face and say it to me.

Say “someone killed an entire court of our descendants and stole our Court Leviathan” again! Do it! Do it you rat piece of shit! You come to me on this day of siring to spit these… these festering jokes at me? These stupid, stupid mocking jokes? Is that what you think of me? Some kind of… stupid… joke… mockable elder?

Huh! Huh! AM I JOKE TO YOU TOO! AM I JOKE TO EVERYONE! LAUGH! LAUGH AT ME! SAY IT AGAIN TO MY FACE WHILE LAUGHING!

…

Ahem. I apologize for my outburst. I… I see now you are serious. Someone actually murdered an entire court and stole a Court Leviathan. Do… do you know who did it?

One guy? Wearing a visage of death? Oh, fuck me, a Necrotech Deathstalker? What are they doing in Compact territory? Are they trying to cause an incident—well, we were invading so maybe they just wanted to hit us.

Shit. Dammit. I—I apologize for yelling at you earlier. You seem like a nice girl—just a messenger. I was like you too, you know. It’s a shit job. I won’t even lie. I used to report stuff to Second Elder Simmons and he flayed me out of sheer anger three times. Right, you don’t know Elder Simmons. That’s because about a hundred years ago he decided to accept a duel from a Sir Marikos.

Yeah. That’s the expression I made to his face, too. How bad was it? I still have nightmares sometimes. You ever witness a beating so bad that the other dragon-knights start beginning their guy to mercy kill yours because his screams were getting to them? Yeah. That bad.

Anyway. You did a great job coming to me instead of Muriens. Saved your own skin. But still… Shit. 

What kind of mad sonnabitch steals a Court Leviathan anyway? Agh. Get out of here, kid. I’ll  tell the Firsts. They’re going to hate this. We’re probably going to need to prepare for a full reprisal raid into Necrotech territory soon.

Which… Fuck me, I hate fighting the Necrotechs.

-Third Elder Malkide of the First Blood

III-13
Reforge (I)

“There is enough food for everyone,” Shiv declared, holding a whimpering, beaten mercenary by the leg. The merc dangled in the air, blood spooling out from his face in vicious ropes as he moaned with pain. “There are also enough ass-kickings for everyone who tries to steal food from literal children. If you want another bowl, you wait. You do not take. This is mine to give. It wasn’t yours to steal. If I see someone else taking something from someone weaker, I will take it back from you. And then I will take other things from you. Like your ability to walk. Is that understood?”

A flood of fear rippled off the mercenaries in waves. They quivered beneath Shiv’s glare, and after letting them soak in terror for a few more seconds, he chucked his newest victim at them. The merc struck the ground with a loud scream as he landed on his broken ribs. No one on the bridge helped him. No one even looked at him.

Shiv let another uncomfortable silence follow as he regarded the gathered Pathbearers on the bridge to the Surface Gateway. “I’ve also heard of a few more attempts on the life of the Gate Lord. I heard that some of you thought it was a good idea to move onto explosives and sabotage. Or prepare new viruses. Is that true?”

His Dread Aura trembled inside him, and most of the mercenaries reacted like petrified children. On one hand, he couldn’t blame them. On another, if anyone hurt Adam or Uva in any capacity, Shiv would probably gain a Brutal Torture Skill from the shit he would do to them. “Thelora. Siggy.”

A goblin and elf shared the same shudder. Siggy spilled some of her leviathan tentacle soup. Thelora’s legs did more of the shaking.

“I—Great Hero. Please…” Thelora began, shrinking beneath his glare.

“I’m not blaming either of you. But you guys need to police yourselves some more.”

With an annoyed sigh, Shiv pulled off his helmet and descended onto the bridge. The dense crowds of mercenaries parted before him. The crowd squeezed together, desperate not to impede his person, desperate not to draw his attention. As Shiv marched toward Thelora, he looked in Siggy’s direction and gestured for her to come over. The goblin swallowed and shuffled herself between her fellow mercs.

All around him, hearts were pumping hard and fast. Hands were clenched and ass-cheeks were clenched tight. Shiv’s Biomancy gave him a lot of detail—and it also told him the mercenaries were much healthier than before. The soup had cleansed the survivors of the bowel-breaker and most lesser diseases. Those with lingering biological atrophy were restored as well—more energetic and limber than before.

In that respect, Shiv was pretty happy about what he managed to pull off. But on the other hand, he dramatically underestimated just how unruly the people got when he came offering food.

He thought he was going to have to give a long speech reassuring them about how the thing was edible. Instead, they all rushed forward, seeking to be served from one of the many distribution stations being run by Arachnae Order. The slaves and Pathless were ravenous. Shiv expected that, but the behavior by some other Pathbearers was genuinely pathetic.

Pathetic to the point where it pissed Shiv off.

Among the many things that annoyed him, stealing food from a child was one. Shoving the child to the ground and trying to stomp on them for trying to get her bowl back went a little further. Shiv calmed himself by loudly beating the offending Pathbearer over the district. In the sky. Before everyone’s eyes. The mercenary broke several times, but thanks to Shiv’s Woundeater, they could still take just a little more punishment.

Just enough for the beating to last another round.

When Shiv was done being upset, he hit the man a few more times just to let the point sink in before he returned to the mass encampment trailing across the bridge. A general sense of order manifested among the survivors after that. This showed that people could learn. If you beat the shit out of one of them so hard, he started screaming for his long-dead father to come save from Shiv.

“What’s that over there?” Shiv said, looking at Siggy and Thelora first. Then, he swept the ground with his gaze. Not far away, where the bridge met the rest of the surface district proper was a large metallic cauldron installed by Can Hu and monitored by two Umbral Sisters. There was a slot at the bottom of the cauldron with a valve jutting out over it. When people went there, a Sister would turn the valve, and soup would flow out into a bowl. Used bowls would then be returned, cleaned, and filled once more.

“Food station,” Siggy croaked.

“Food station,” Thelora whispered.

“Food station.”

“Food station.”

“Yeah. Uh. Food station.”

A chorus of murmured echoes followed. Shiv nodded. “And what is my Tier?”

“I… Hero?” Thelora squeaked.

“Right. Okay. So. Here’s something that you guys need to understand. I’m going to feed you. I want to feed you. I’m not going to torture you pointlessly. Or just butcher you without reason. But I also don’t much like any of you. I understand that most of you are amoral at best or slave-driving sacks of shit at worst, but this is no longer Gate Theborn. You might have noticed the horizon shrinking earlier. There is no more Confriga. Lord Scorn is not here. Not yet. And there are no slaves here. They’re just people. You’re just people. 

And it doesn’t matter if you’re an Initiate, Adept, or Master. It doesn’t even matter if you are a Hero. When I feed you, you are all my customers. This gate is my kitchen. And when you are in my kitchen, you can complain about the service. You say my food is shit and that you want something changed. You can even insult me to my face and not die for it. But you will not get in the way of another customer enjoying their felling meal. Is that understood? Because of how things are for now, I can’t throw you out. But I can leave you broken. Even if I don’t want to kill you.”

“Yes,” Thelora wheezed.

“Yes,” Siggy muttered.

More agreements followed, and when Shiv judged them to be adequately terrified, his expression softened. “Alright. Another thing: Anyone who is sick and hasn’t eaten should get fed next. There’s going to be more food. I’m always going to make more food when I’m here, but there are people who have priority status. If you want to be selfish, you must be powerful. And no one here among you is stronger than me. So. Be ethical. Or I’ll get unethical.”

Silver Tongue 20 > 21

Dread Aura 88 > 89

Another wave of muffled apologies followed. Shiv let the moment stretch a while longer and held back a faint smile. His attempt to advance both Silver Tongue and Dread Aura just worked. There are opportunities to build yourself everywhere if you just look. I’m also starting to get why Georges threw so many people out. I don’t see the point in being a Pathbearer if I end up acting like an alley rat in the end anyway.

“Right. I’m done chewing you out. Get that idiot fixed up—but no Biomancy. Let him heal naturally after he gets another meal later. I’m not giving him another Woundeater.” He looked at Thelora and Siggy. “And you need to manage yourselves. Right now, you might be wondering if you’re prisoners, slaves, or just awkwardly stuck. The answer is I don’t know either. We’re still trying to find out. But if you’ve noticed, I haven’t forced all of you into a prison or tried to butcher you. I didn’t throw you into my Court Leviathan to be used up as biomass. I fed you. Using the Court Leviathan. So you can expect a few different things from me. Right?”

There came a few nods—then the mercenaries froze. Several people squinted into their bowls, and one of them spat the soup back out.

“It’s made from what?” someone coughed.

“It’s made from meat that gives you regeneration, rejuvenates your organs, and cures your diseases,” Shiv declared. “And you liked the taste? Right?”

“Right?” Thelora breathed. Siggy nodded vigorously. Her nodding spread through the group. 

An automaton among the mercenaries reached out and forced the guy who spat his soup out to drink it back up. “Do not get us killed by this maniac, meatbag. Drink! Enjoy. Moan! Moan loudly now!”

“Right. Okay. You need to watch your own people.” Shiv’s voice dropped lower. “There are Umbral Sisters here. Weaveresses. Other people. I better not hear about you giving them trouble. I better not hear about one of you attacking any of them. And pray to your gods if any of them end up getting injured or worse, because that just might make me properly mad. And we’ll see how unethical I’ll get while properly mad.”

“We—we won’t do shit, boss!” Siggy said, sweat pouring down her forehead. “If anyone’s stupid enough—”

“You deal with them. You guys do. Since I still don’t know how to handle any of this, you police yourselves. Do not make me come see you day after day. You understand? I told you earlier that I don’t care about you. I don’t care about killing you. I have killed some of you. But things must just end up getting worse if I make a habit of that. I’m going to stay two things: Chef and Pathbearer. And my Path isn’t Warden or Slaver. Do the very simple math and understand that if things get hard for me and mine, I will kill all of you.”

That wasn’t a threat. It was just a statement. It shook the mercenaries all the same. Thelora was always a bit pale. Now she was approaching the bone of being bone.

“So save yourselves. Siggy. Thelora. You guys run this place. Don’t make me come around unless it’s to deliver food or help you out. I’ve lost taste in bullying you into compliance. And that’s all I’m saying. Now. What else do you guys need?”

The sudden shift in the conversation caught Thelora off guard. She blinked rapidly and stared dumbly for a second. 

Siggy, meanwhile, was more prepared. “We need a place to live. A place to stay. We’re packed tight on the bridge and there’s no room in the residentials. They’re kind of busted up anyway, so they probably need to be fixed up too. Also, the thing you guys killed won’t stop screaming. It’s, uh, it might drive some people nuts.”

Shiv winced as he turned to the soft blue patch of Animancy seared into the skin of reality. Just a few meters above the Surface Gateway, a massive smear of color glowed faintly, and from within whispered a distant scream. The scream of an eldritch entity melted into existence itself. The Recollector wasn’t entirely dead, and that unnerved Shiv. But what shook him more was its current state of agony. Constant and unceasing agony.

When he focused on the patch, he felt faint pulses of horror radiate free.

“I’ll spend some time clearing out and scavenging from the rubble,” Shiv said. “We can probably get a simple camp set up soon.”

Someone cleared their voice behind Shiv. “We can… help and shit. If that’ll make things go faster?” Shiv considered the speaker. It was a rod-thin automaton with a dozen whip-like arms. It quailed before his stare, but Shiv gestured for the bot to continue. “If we’re working and got stuff to do, there might not be that much trouble either. Right now we’re kind of packed up on this bridge and waiting. Some of us asked if we could go and help with the cleanup earlier, but the Gate Lord didn’t give us a clear response.”

“Maybe because some dumb-fucks tried to kill him!” Another mercenary shouted from near the gateway. “You think someone’s going to let us dig through the ruins without looking over our backs after that?”

Shiv noted the suggestion and nodded. “I’ll bring it up to the Gate Lord again. Anything else?”

“Ask him if some of us can leave!” Another mercenary cried out—a middle-aged woman who wore a suit of bright yellow plate armor and seemed pretty well-off. “Some of us can be ransomed, if that is what the Gate Lord desires. We do not all need to be kept in place here, penned together like animals. It will lessen the burden on the lord and this decaying place.”

A series of agreements and muffled scoffs followed. This Pathbearer had her share of supporters and detractors, it seemed.

“Only when the Gate Lord says so,” Shiv replied. “We’ll let you know what we want to do there once we agree." Not before.” He wanted to tell them that the problem wasn’t money, but secrecy from Sullain and the Inquisition, but they didn’t need to know that much.

When no one spoke after, Shiv gave a grunt and prepared to depart. But then, he saw Thelora holding out a slip of paper. “What’s this?”

“You asked for a list earlier. I… I didn’t have a chance and I forgot when you returned but… This is a requisition for proper supplies and necessities. Emergency medicine and rations are no longer needed, but the automata still need power and maintenance stations.”

And that was when Shiv noticed how rough a state many bots were in. He had been thinking so much like an organic that he forgot about them. “Right. Housing first. Then power and maintenance. Is anyone here in dire condition?”

A lull followed, and electronic voices declared various states of damage, but no mortal wounds. Shiv nodded. “Alright. Hang in there. We’ll get you all sorted, too.” He put his helmet on thereafter and gave those around him a final stare before he pulled himself up in the air. “And don’t make me come back early. When I next get back, it better be for supplies or housing.”

And with that, he lunched himself up into the air. But this time, he shot well past the surface district and headed for a structure rising in the distance. He passed by hundreds of Sisters and Weaveresses administering assistance and aid to the slaves and other non-martials. Thousands of heads turned upward as he shot by, and felt from them a rush of fear—though it was far more reduced than before.

They might learn that they shouldn’t be scared of me. That’s for the mercs.

As his Biomancy passed through them, Shiv let out a relived chuckle as the bodies below actively healed and cleansed themselves of atrophy and disease. With the proper food, the body knew what to do. And this, more than taking the Court Leviathan and clearing it of vampires, filled Shiv with pride.

Many people died at his hands. And now a lot of people were going to live because of him.

As he traveled, he regarded the current state of the gate. With everything compacted together, the amount of detritus they needed to clean through was dramatically reduced. However, that also removed a great deal of materials they could have scavenged and reused. The closeness of the gateways also made getting around easier, but it meant that if they were infiltrated or invaded through one gate, they didn’t have as much space to retreat as before.

The system gave. The system took.

As Shiv got to the midpoint of the gate, he slowed and descended. Tides of twisted metal had been shaped into a dense barrier over the dormant Vulketh Gateway. Spirals of spatial magic patterns lined the knotted clumps of metal, and Shiv guessed it was another layer of restriction 

Nearby, a team of Umbral Geomancers were using sections from the obsidian tower Shiv dropped on the Vulketh Gateway earlier to create a building. Though most of the tower got destroyed, enough of it remained intact even through Shiv’s devastating struggle against the Recollector. The Geomancers were slowly sculpting the obsidian tower back together, and stone by stone it climbed higher into the sky.

At its base, along a patch of flattened and reshaped ground, the portal to Can Hu’s Garden of Bountiful Alloy was splayed open. A tarp had been set up over it; nearby groups of Weaveresses and Sisters were setting up something of a temporary operating base a few meters away from the unfinished tower. Within the garden, Uva was busy debriefing her team and a good number of Weaveresses on what happened within the gate. He frowned slightly as he watched one of the Weaveresses gesture aggressively at Uva’s skill-altered eyes. Uva betrayed little through her expressions, but she was clenching her jaw tightly. He saw her make that look more than a few times during combat. That was anger. Or frustration.

The hells are they saying to her? Shiv crashed down against the ground with a large thud, breaking up the conversation. Heads turned, and he met Uva’s gaze first, and one of her Psychomancy strands slipped into his mind.

“What’s going on?” Shiv asked. “You look kind of pissed.” And he could feel from the anger repressed within her mind that she actually was.

“I’ll tell you later,” Uva answered. Her mana strands were heavy with unvented stress. Unvented stress that was still building. But before he could decide between pressing and or just letting the topic go, a Veilpiercer burst out beside him, opening a dimensional pathway leading directly above the still rising obsidian tower.

“Come over,” Adam called out through the dimensional pathway. “There’s something I need to show you!”

Shiv shot Uva a final look, but again, she shook her head. The rest of her team looked displeased as well, but the Weaveress jabbing at Uva’s eyes just kept going, snubbing Shiv’s presence altogether.

He regarded the Weaveress, and noted the metallic hairs lining her limbs and also the faint sparks of electricity. Shiv had a feeling he was going to be having his own conversation with her very, very soon.

“So,” Shiv asked as he emerged through the gateway. “What’s got you so excited? And why up here?”

“Because they haven’t finished making the door, and the teleportation anchor we’re going to is planted in the middle of the building,” Adam chuckled. The Gate Lord was grinning. He was a bit excited—despite seeming utterly exhausted as well.

“Alright. Take me to whatever this surprise is.”

“First, take off your Magebreaker. It’s still damaged, isn’t it?”

Shiv regarded his still broken gauntlet. Parts of it were vibrating, but it wasn’t coming back together like it did before. Using it on Absence and the entity left it damaged on a deeper level than Shiv expected.

He descended, and led Shiv down into the hollowed out interior of the tower. Though the tower itself remained intact, most of its interior didn’t survive Shiv’s brawl with the Recollector. As such, it remained mostly hollow instead from a few horizontal structural supports holding unstable portions of the entire edifice together.

“I had to talk with the mercenaries again,” Shiv said.

Before he could continue, he heard Adam scoff. “I know. I heard. Bastards. But that mercenary from Lone Star might have a point.”

Shiv narrowed his eyes. “What mercenary from Lone Star?”

“The one in the yellow armor. She had a Sign of the Unbroken painted on her shoulder and several orc teeth hanging from her hip. She’s Lone Star.”

“Huh. I didn’t know that.”

“You would if you paid more attention and knew what cultural artifacts to look for, but back to the point—Mithril. Treasures. Loot. Equipment. We collected some from this very tower, and with Blackedge close at hand, we’re going to need more resources than ever to help lift the siege. Sell-skills. Rebuilding. Supplies. All of that is going to be necessary, and since I had a brief moment to myself, I decided to go over all the loot you managed to seize from Confriga’s vault.”

Adam suddenly turned left along a large support column, and Shiv reverted time by two seconds so he could adjust and keep up with the Gate Lord instead of shooting off further ahead. They landed on an extended balcony leading into an extremely dusty but mostly intact teleportation anchor fused into the walls of the obsidian tower.

“Why’s this here?” Shiv asked.

“Because we’re going to set up a teleportation network and the placement is temporary,” Adam replied. “The loot is being stored here temporarily because it's also the closest thing to a vault we have.”

“Aside from my cloak,” Shiv replied. “And Courtney.”

“Yes, well, you’ll be unequipping your cloak as well in a moment too. And despite the pulling off that ridiculous meal, you must forgive me for not trusting a massive, oversized monstrosity with our valuables. Or lives.”

“It can barely think,” Shiv said. “It’s harmless. Besides.” He bumped Adam playfully, and the Gate Lord kicked at him, growling in annoyance. “If anyone tried to hurt you, I’ll do terrible things to them.”

“Very touching, Shiv. But I think I’ll err on the side of wisdom rather than becoming a tragic footnote that leads into one of your many violent rampages.”

“Think of the story, though.”

“How? I’ll be dead.”

“Maybe you can be a ghost. And I’ll build you a statue. Well, I’ll have Can Hu do it. And speaking of…”

Inside the anchor, Shiv saw Can Hu weaving rivers of flowing metal around a pair of boots. As he entered the chamber, Shiv found mithril ingots stacked to the ceiling along a curved section of wall. There were also gold and gems overflowing from the insides of twelve different chests. Shiv barely even remembered collecting that much treasure from Confriga’s vault, but he was in a hurry at the time.

“The treasures are going to be very useful for us soon,” Adam said, gesturing at the gathered wealth without looking. “It was good of us to capture and store this loot. But that’s not why I called you. After your experiences melding Biomancy and Cooking, several other people experienced the temporary skill fusion as well. It occurs when someone uses two or more skills intensely at the same time. And now…” The Gate Lord held a hand out at Can Hu.

The Penitent looked better than Shiv remembered it being. The paintings lining its skeletal chassis were bright with the azure twilight of Adam’s Righteous Dawn Prevails. But more importantly was how the cracks and erosion lining Can Hu’s body seemed reduced as well. Nearby, Valor was leaning over a table, studying four pieces of a broken blade. A colorful, thin blade that Shiv remembered breaking while facing the Recollector.

“Huh. You found Absence,” Shiv muttered. He looked as Can Hu continued molding metal into the cracked stone boots hovering before him. “And what’s happening here? Can Hu? Did you apply your Master-Tier Skill Evolution reward to crafting?”

“Geomancy,” Can Hu replied. “And with the mana core’s Unique Skill, it has melded with my crafting to create something Heroic—The Forge of Material Synthesis.”

That was a pleasant surprise. “Sounds nice. What’s that skill do?”

“Legend Valor, if you please,” Can Hu asked politely.

Shiv watched as Valor brought a fragment of Absence over. Then, the liquid metals flowed out to connect the boots Can Hu was currently manipulating with the fragment of Absence. Shiv looked on, his attention completely consumed by what the Penitent was doing. Originally, the boots resembled broken concrete slabs. If that was because of damage or simply the nature of its original design, he didn’t know. Now, though, it was changing. A rainbow-colored gleam coated the once cracked boots, and Shiv felt a rush of magic flood out from the altered item. As the synthesization finished, small chunks of prismatic stone hovered around the boots, but it looked partially fused with the composition of Absence.

“The merging was successful,” Can Hu declared. “It is still in Master-Tier, however. I have not achieved a reliable Heroic-Tier item breakthrough.”

Adam smirked. “That’s no major issue. It would be preferable if you could craft Heroic-Tier weapons, but the fact that you can combine broken items together to repair them to fullness both in condition, functionality, and retained enchantments.”

And suddenly, Shiv understood why Adam had asked him to remove his Magebreaker earlier, along with his Cloak of Midnight's Kindred. As Can Hu finished his initial administrations, an azure glow radiated from its body, shrouding it in a coronal radiance comparable only to Adam's son.

"I still think we can do better," Can Hu said. "Pathbearer Adam, a request that you infuse me with the light your Righteous Dawn Prevails. Perhaps a combination of two Unique Skills might be enough to see an ascended synthesis rather than merely a proper merger."

"Certainly, we can try again," Adam said. "But the main thing is..." He pointed to the table behind Can Hu and Shiv saw some other equipment. “Picking out the pieces that go together the best.”

Just then he realized he recognized them, vaguely remembered them. After all, he was the one who took them from Confriga's vault. He had extracted five pieces of equipment from their display cases then.

One was a full set of armor. It was slatted and flexible, made from focused crystal. That one was lined against a wall and currently seemed mostly undamaged.

Aside from that, there was a thin wand filled with compact Hydromancy. It did not radiate out in a field of considerable size, but it was so concentrated within a rod that was barely longer than Shiv's index finger that it made him wonder just what exactly it was capable of.

Then, there was a leather helmet with scuff marks on its sides and a diamond gem implanted at the forehead. It gleamed softly, but the gem was also slightly cracked. Shiv was relatively sure they weren't damaged during the battle. He kept them in his cloak and only pulled them out earlier, handing them off to Adam for him to observe and sift through while he was out on his hunt. It seemed they were already damaged when Confriga took them as trophies.

Another of the five items were the boots Can Hu had just merged with. But then on the table, he saw another familiar weapon: a shattered rapier, snapped along the middle. That used to belong to Harkness. It was the rapier that allowed Adam to clone himself many times over in battle. And now, it might have a second lease on life, if Can Hu's new skill had anything to say about it.

Finally, there was the smallest dagger Shiv had ever seen in his life. It was little more than the size of his pinky. It resembled a rondel dagger, round at the hilt, with a circular guard and a long, thin blade. Despite the diminutive size of the weapon, Shiv found himself drawn to it, mainly because his kukri—or the remaining pieces of his kukri—were laid beside the small blade.

Quietly, Shiv unequipped his damaged Magebreaker and started offloading the objects stored in his cloak as he took it off as well. As he placed it on the table, he picked up the tiny knife and narrowed his eyes at it.

"First, I think it's best that you go through all the different items," Adam said. "After all, it would be awkward if you merged a piece of equipment with your Magebreaker that didn't align with it."

Shiv looked at his broken gauntlet and nodded. The Magebreaker hated magic—attuned magic specifically. If Can Hu's skill could fix it, but it ended up taking on an attuned magical enchantment, it would probably break in a little time, once more. And then there was his Cloak of Midnight's Kindred. If he was going to have that synthesized with another item, he didn't want to lose its spatial storage. That was the best part about it. That, and the fact that it allowed him to see in the darkness. He needed to think about this.

"Alright, little thing,” Shiv muttered. “Let's see what you offer."

Equipment Obtained: [Skypiercer]

Tier: Master

Condition: Moderately Damaged

Composition: Adamantine

Enchantments > Spatially-Anchored; Size-Shifting; Master Self-Mending; Mass-Stealing; Binding