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Rise of the Living Forge - Chapters 519-520
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Wallace and Koyu both woke not long after Uriel had left. Arwin was still standing there, Lillia cradled against his chest, staring at where the enormous suit of armor had stood just a short while ago.
“Where’s the daggum armor?” Wallace asked, looking around through a deeply furrowed brow. He tugged at his thick beard. “Did we fail?”
“Fail?” Koyu asked. “Look at your Achievements, dwarf. Is the Mesh not burning a hole through your skull?”
Wallace sucked in a sharp breath. He was silent for several long seconds. Then he let out a slow whistle. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Koyu agreed.
Arwin glanced back at them, finally managing to peel his eyes away from the wall. He hadn’t gotten any Achievements because his class had been Sunset, but that evidently hadn’t stopped the Mesh from rewarding the others.
I wonder if Lillia got energy as well. Smithing definitely isn’t anything normally part of her class. But she’s Sunset, just like me. And with all the effort and power we put into creating that thing… I’d imagine she should have gotten a good amount of power as well.
“Where’d the armor go?” Wallace asked, finally finding his voice again. He looked around the Armory. “Don’t tell me we lost the dang thing.”
“How could you lose something that big?” Koyu asked. He sent a fully straight-faced look in Arwin’s direction. “Though I must admit curiosity. Where did it go? I hope you didn’t get hungry.”
Arwin nearly choked. “What do you think I am? I can’t eat an entire suit of armor that powerful in the span of the few minutes everyone was knocked out!”
“Where is it, then?” Wallace asked.
“Walked out,” Arwin replied.
Wallace stared at him. “Walked out? On its own?”
“Yes.”
“You’re telling me the Soul Guardian just stood up and strode out of the Infernal Armory?” Koyu asked. His pale brows rose. “Just like that? Your other Soul Guardian doesn’t even budge until the Infernal Armory is in danger.”
“Well… this one isn’t much like that one,” Arwin said. He was still partially unsure if that was a good thing or not. “She went to the Devil’s Den.”
“She?” Wallace asked. The dwarf tilted his head to the side. Then his eyes narrowed. “You spoke to it.”
“To her,” Arwin corrected. “I don’t think Uriel will appreciate you calling her an it. She seemed fairly… strong-willed.”
“This is a load of it,” Wallace muttered. He crossed his arms in front of himself. “All that work and I don’t even get to see the darned result. It walks out on me. Walks out! What am I? Chopped liver?”
Arwin would have laughed if he weren’t so tired. Instead, he settled for a small smile. “You can always go say hi, you know. It’s not like there are many places to hide. Just maybe save it for tomorrow. She was just born, after all. I’d imagine she wants a little time to herself.”
Koyu shifted. His eyes flicked to the side as unease passed through his features. “The armor. Is she… satisfied? Happy? With existence?”
“I don’t think she’s figured that bit out yet,” Arwin replied. He paused for a moment. “But she’s not unhappy. We didn’t do anything to her that she didn’t herself desire. The Soulmancy doesn’t seem to have caused any difficulties.”
Koyu blew out a slow breath. Then he nodded. “Good. Then I will rest. It has been a long night.”
“Do liches even need sleep?” Wallace asked.
He never got an answer. Koyu was already gone, nothing more than a fading memory. The dwarf blew out an irate huff.
“I hate the poofy types. All magic, no brains. It’s not a good for a man to be able to just slip away from a good conversation because he got scared,” Wallace grumbled. His irritation lasted for about half a second longer before a he turned back to Arwin. “The armor. Was she… right? Beautiful? Like we had pictured?”
“Even more so,” Arwin said honestly.
A smile crossed Wallace’s lips. “Then that’s good enough for me. I’ll find her when she’s ready for a real smith to take a look at things. Until tomorrow, Arwin.”
Wallace strode out from the Infernal Armory, leaving Arwin and Lillia alone within the darkness. The Armory itself didn’t manifest so much as a shimmer of red smoke. It was fast asleep.
“Suppose we should get going too,” Arwin said quietly. He’d only caught a glimpse of the night, but enough of one to know the moon was high overhead and it was well on its way to being over.
Sleep called to him — but not nearly as loudly as the energy churning within his body. An ocean of cold power beat against his insides. It could be denied no longer. There would be no rest at all until he finally granted it an outlet.
And so, with Lillia held against his chest, Arwin slipped from the Infernal Armory and made his way back toward the Devil’s Den.
It was dead silent when he returned. The night itself seemed to be asleep. Arwin was grateful for it. He didn’t have the energy to speak with anyone else tonight. He simply slipped through the common room and past the kitchen to return to Lillia’s room.
Even as dark as it was, he knew it perfectly by now. He had no problem at all drawing up to the bed — and there he paused. There hadn’t exactly been a chance for him or Lillia to take a bath after the immense exertion of making Uriel.
Arwin wasn’t going to bathe her while she was unconscious, but he also wasn’t about to let her rest on the floor. He thought for a moment more before realizing that his mind just didn’t have the capacity to keep thinking at this point in the night.
They could just wash the bed later.
He sat down carefully, laying Lillia out upon it before sliding in beside her and resting his back against the wall. The power swirling in his chest almost seemed to intensify in anticipation. It knew what was coming.
And now it was time for Arwin find out for himself.
Closing his eyes, he let his mind drift down to the magic swirling within himself. The freezing energy sensed his approach. It rose up like the tides, meeting his thoughts and piercing straight into his skull.
Arwin drew in a sharp breath. His entire body went stiff in an instant of shock. Every single one of his veins pumped with raw magical strength as the magic tore free from its containment.
Any other sounds Arwin may have made were locked in his throat. Power seared into his muscles and worked its way through every single inch of his flesh. He could have sworn something was bubbling beneath his skin.
The power wasn’t just passing through him. Arwin felt his very body changing. Power infused itself into his being. It strengthened his skin and hardened his bones. And there was something more. Something entirely different.
His mind didn’t have the liberty to do anything more than notice the changes for a brief instant. The dam had been broken, and all the energy that had been gathered up within him refused to wait any longer. More and more power poured out.
Arwin’s skull pounded from the intensity of the power crashing through him. It was all he could do to hold himself together and focus on his goal. If the magic didn’t have something to direct it, he feared it would just explode out of him.
But controlling the power was like trying to wrangle a furious warhorse. It bucked and twisted beneath his will, fighting desperately to throw him free. Perhaps its attempts would have worked if he were a lesser man.
But Arwin was not. And, unlike the magic, he had something very important motivating him. Arwin was driven by more than just the need to succeed or the fear of losing the power he’d gathered up over all these days.
He had to make sure he didn’t wake Lillia up. That meant he couldn’t let the magic go bursting out of him or send him rolling around on the floor. She needed rest. And that meant he wasn’t going to move a damned inch from the spot on the bed where he sat.
Arwin wound bands of his will around the magic. He tightened his thoughts, his teeth clenching. It almost felt like the power was limitless, uncontrollable — but he knew that wasn’t true. He’d earned every scrap of this magic. It was his.
He just had to remind it.
Somewhere in the back of his being, something shifted.
The magic froze.
Arwin felt the bed drop out. His heart shot up into his throat and he plummeted down, falling through the bed as his mind split away from his body, hurtling to meet the sea of churning white magic that rushed up to meet his mind.
Chapter 520
Arwin stood in a vast sea of white. His heart pounded like a runaway racehorse in his chest and he found himself reaching up for his heart before he caught himself. There was nothing around him at all.
Nothing but vast, empty nothing.
Faint tongues of electricity tingled against his bare feet. Coils of power twisted through every fiber of this place, stretching out in every direction around him with no end in sight.
This wasn’t the first time he’d seen this place. He’d been here before. Twice, for that matter. The Mesh had spoken to him here. He turned in a circle, but there was nobody else here. Arwin was alone.
He took a moment to catch his breath. Then he slowly let his hands lower. Something about the white void felt different than it had before. Stranger. Emptier. Lonelier.
“Hello?” Arwin asked.
His words were swallowed by the vast nothingness around him, denied so much as even an echo. There was no response at all.
And, deep down, he knew that he wasn’t going to get one. The Mesh had made it clear that they weren’t going to be speaking again. Not here, at least. Sunsetting his class had freed him from the rules it had placed upon the world.
That included the presence of Mesh itself.
“Just me, huh?” Arwin asked. He looked around at the enormous void of white. It was rather… quiet. After the immense ocean of power that had just been beating down on the walls of his mind like it were trying to put him to siege, it felt odd for everything to be so still.
There was no guidance. No instructions or golden lettering telling him how he could use his magic. But the magic was definitely there. Arwin could feel it. It twisted through every single part of the void around him, waiting to be called upon.
Guess I’ve got to do this all on my own. I suppose it wouldn’t make much sense for Sunsetting to be freeing me from the restrictions of the world if the Mesh was going around and still handling the level-up stuff for me.
Strangely enough, Arwin got the feeling he knew where to start.
He lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs beneath himself as he got comfortable. Or, at least, about as comfortable as one could get sitting on slightly electrified ground.
Arwin blew out a slow breath. There was power all around him just waiting to be used. He hadn’t forgotten his conversation with the Mesh. The purpose of Sunsetting a class was to allow someone to truly control themselves. To choose where their magic was spent and how they grew without anyone or anything determining it for them.
There were no more Titles and Achievements because the ability to write the future was now in Arwin’s hands. In theory… he could have directed the magic however he wanted. But something told him that aiming for something impossible would still result in failure.
He hadn’t suddenly transformed into a god. The members of Setting Sun weren’t running around destroying cities with a snap of their fingers. Freedom of path did not mean absolute power over everything he laid eyes upon.
At the end of the day, he was still Arwin.
But that was all he wanted to be.
He narrowed his eyes. His mind prickled as the magic brushed closer to it. There were a number of things he could try to make stronger. He had a lot of powerful abilities that felt nearly limitless in potential.
But there was one thing that he needed more than anything else. A man’s strength was not measured by his most powerful ability but by his greatest weakness. Someone was only as powerful as limitations.
And Arwin’s limit was not destructive nor creative power, but energy.
Every time he worked on a powerful piece of equipment, he ran out of energy. Lillia’s cooking alleviated that problem. Having more smiths working with him went enormous ways as well. But at the end of the day, if he had more energy, the limits of what he could pull off would immensely increase.
And that was where he was going to start.
Arwin pressed his palms to the coursing through floor beneath him. He reached out to all the energy coiling around him, his thoughts focusing. His mind buzzed. Just as he could feel the magic, he could feel himself.
Every single part of the being that was Arwin, down from his abilities to his flesh.
Arwin’s lips twitched into smile.
Then he drank in the magic.
Power pumped back into his body. It poured into the center of his being in coursing rivers. Something deep within him shifted. His stomach bubbled like he’d just eaten something particularly distasteful, but he didn’t stop. Arwin drank power like a parched man.
And his body responded.
Changed.
It was a change that he couldn’t have properly described if he’d wanted to. The part of him that stored magic wasn’t a physical organ — but it existed all the same. And it was evolving. Growing.
But not in isolation.
Arwin’s physical body adapted as well. They strengthened in response to the new power filling him. There was no other option. The more strength a vessel contained, the more powerful the vessel had to be.
His body knew that instinctively and was siphoning power away from the constant flow of magic entering him to ensure that he didn’t just spontaneously self-destruct from the amount of power he was trying to contain.
Even as he felt himself strengthening, Arwin felt the effectiveness of the magic starting to reduce. That didn’t take him by much surprise. It was only natural. The more he changed, the harder it would become to change further. That part was no different from before.
But Arwin wasn’t the only thing changing. The void itself seemed to be shifting. What had once seemingly had no end now appeared to have very defined end points — and they were crawling toward him.
So that’s how this works. The magic I gathered is literally making up the void. So, when I use it all up, I suppose the void will be drawn into me and I’ll be dropped back into my body. No point blowing it all on diminishing returns, then.
Arwin let the flow of magic still. The void stopped moving, and the changes to his body came to a halt as well. He felt… strange. Different, and yet the same. That was something he’d have to deal with in the morning.
There was still a lot more power he had to work with. And, with the tasks they had coming up, he was going to need every scrap of power he could get his hands on.
The important thing here isn’t just making sure I use this magic. It’s making sure I apply it in the most effective way possible. I’m not bound by the limits of the Mesh anymore. I need to be creative. To find ways to get stronger. To find tools I have to close the gap between myself and stronger warriors — and abuse them.
Arwin was silent for several long minutes. This wasn’t the kind of decision that he wanted to rush. He’d already started down the most obvious path. It would have been relatively simple if he wanted to just make one of his abilities stronger…
But he wasn’t sure if that was really the most optimal choice. Everyone could make abilities stronger. Somebody didn’t need to Sunset their class for that. He needed more. Something that Sunsetting was optimized for.
His brow furrowed as he dug through his memories for a hint that could point him in the right direction. He was pretty sure he could create almost any kind of ability that suited him if he used enough magic.
Arwin could emulate anything that the Mesh had already given him. But he needed more than just a single ability if he wanted to turn the tides of what could be an impossible battle in his favor.
His thoughts shifted to Setting Sun. If anyone had figured out how to maximize the rewards from Sunsetting a class, it was them.
Arwin’s head tilted to the side.
He’d never seen one of their members go all out in a fight. They’d only gone up against Twelve’s clone, and Eleven only ever seemed to go invisible and sleep. But there was one thing that Sunsetting seemed particularly disposed to.
Twelve had wanted to be everywhere at once. Eleven wanted to be unnoticed so she could sleep — and both of their bodies had aligned themselves with those purposes perfectly. Twelve had literally controlled 12 bodies. Eleven had a thick bed of hair like seaweed, one that would completely cover her face the moment she put her head down.
That wasn’t just for show.
The strongest thing Sunsetting let someone do was choose more than the path of their magic. It could their physical form as well. There was no reason to limit himself to just making his body stronger or tougher.
I don’t want to transform into some giant stone golem or anything like that. I don’t want to get kicked out of Lillia’s bed. This is something I’m going to have to live with… but this is the advantage I’m looking for.
I just need to get creative.
Several more minutes slipped by. Arwin sat in place, brow furrowed in focus. This wasn’t the kind of decision he was going to be able to take back.
Then a thought finally struck him. It was going to be difficult. Really difficult. The changes were more significant than just some mere muscle strengthening… but he was pretty sure he had enough magic to pull it off.
It would work. A bit ironic, but I think it would work quite well.
Arwin’s lips curled up into a smile, and he reached for the waiting magic once more.
This should be interesting.
Comments
Ben Bass
TYFTC! Very nice that Arwin is able to force the magic into his desires, and good idea on increasing his capacity, that has really been his limiting factor so far. Now is he giving himself the ability to have a 'forging form', one that is a bit more sturdy, has more endurance and maybe additional arms, or something completely different?
Skitzpop
He pretty much slipped into a different state of consciousness.
Sinful Cyanide
Reading this is so strange. The mc is supposed to be so exhausted he can hardly think when the chapter starts, but he's also thinking clearly enough to analyze everything about this new way to gain power and even find a creative way to make use of it?
Eternal Reader
I thought he is going to turn into a living forge
Memnun
TFTC! the irony comment has me guessing Arwin is going to become more like Ifrit - a proper devil, at least in part
