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Chapter 212 – The Birth of the Twin Crescent Blades
Chapter 212 – The Birth of the Twin Crescent Blades
The night was deep and silent, the only sounds in the castle cave being the distant murmurs of torch flames and the faint echo of dripping water. The others had retired to their quarters, resting after the long day.
But Seraphis did not rest.
Tonight was different.
Tonight, she would create something new.
Her footsteps were soft and deliberate as she moved through the dimly lit halls of the underground stronghold. The castle cave was vast, its chambers winding through the stone like a labyrinth, but her destination was clear—the Forge.
A place where metal met fire.
Where weapons were born.
Where power was shaped by hand and will.
As she stepped through the massive iron doors, the scent of coal, heated metal, and old magic washed over her. The forge was dark, the embers in the great furnace barely glowing, but Seraphis knew how to wake the fire.
She set her tools down on the stone workbench, her fingers moving with silent precision as she retrieved a large roll of parchment.
Then, she unfurled it, revealing a pristine blank canvas.
It was time to begin.
The Diagram – Crafting the Twin Crescent Blades
Seraphis dipped her quill into the ink and brought the tip to the parchment, her mind already envisioning the weapon that would soon take form.
Twin sickles.
Not ordinary sickles, but a pair of lethal, curved blades designed specifically for Sena—a weapon that would complement his speed, precision, and fluidity.
She began with the primary structure.
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A slightly curved blade, wickedly sharp at the edge, with a deeper concave near the base to allow better hooking and control.
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An inner edge serrated near the hilt, meant for tearing through armor and flesh alike.
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A counterbalance at the tip, giving the blade the perfect weight distribution for swift strikes and seamless movement.
Then, she drew the handles.
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Ergonomic grips, designed to fit seamlessly in Sena’s hands.
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Leather-wrapped, with small grooves for his fingers to ensure a firm, unyielding hold.
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A hidden mechanism at the base of each hilt—a secret feature she planned to embed.
Her eyes narrowed as she moved to the inscriptions and enchantments.
She dipped her quill once more, this time using a silver-infused ink, and began outlining the magical engravings that would be etched into the steel.
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“Phantom Step” – An enchantment that would make the blades lighter, enhancing Sena’s movement speed.
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“Reaper’s Call” – A curse bound to the sickles, allowing them to drain the life force of those they cut.
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“Twin Bond” – A connection between the two blades, allowing them to be thrown and recalled like boomerangs.
She leaned back slightly, examining the completed design.
It was perfect.
Now, it was time to bring it to life.
Gathering the Materials
Seraphis moved to the far side of the forge, where stacks of raw materials rested in meticulously arranged crates and shelves.
For the blades, she needed something more than ordinary steel.
Her hands brushed over the various ingots until she found it—a rare, dark silver metal known as Obsidian Alloy.
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Lightweight but unyielding.
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Honed to an edge so fine it could cut through enchanted armor.
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Resistant to corrosion and magical degradation.
She placed the metal on the workbench, then reached for the crimson iron powder, a substance infused with mana, which would bind the enchantments into the weapon’s core.
Next were the handle materials:
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Ancient Ashwood, a rare wood known for its ability to absorb shock, ensuring Sena’s grip would never falter.
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Void Leather, an enchanted black leather from a beast that roamed the abyss, offering an unbreakable grip.
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Silver Filament Thread, to reinforce the bindings and ensure longevity.
Finally, she retrieved a small vial of spectral essence—a condensed form of magical energy that would fuel the “Phantom Step” enchantment.
The materials were assembled.
Now—it was time to forge.
Igniting the Forge
Seraphis stood before the massive stone furnace, its coals resting in the belly of darkness.
She extended her hand, and whispered a single command.
"Ignis."
The forge roared to life.
Flames surged from the coals, shifting from deep red to blue, the heat pulsating like a living heartbeat. The air grew thick with magic, and the shadows in the room danced wildly against the walls.
Seraphis reached for the Obsidian Alloy ingots and placed them into the furnace. The moment the metal touched the flames, sparks erupted, and the ingots began to glow with an eerie silver-blue light.
She grabbed the tongs, adjusting the ingots, ensuring even heating.
Then—she waited.
The metal melted slowly, its once-solid form liquefying under the intense heat. The blue flames licked the edges, infusing the alloy with raw magic.
Seraphis kept her gaze locked on the molten metal, her eyes never wavering.
This was the moment of truth.
With practiced precision, she lifted the crucible, pouring the molten silver alloy into the prepared sickle molds. The liquid metal hissed and roared, steam rising in thick plumes as it settled.
Then—she began shaping the blades.
Hammering the Crescent Blades
The sound of metal meeting metal shattered the silence.
CLANG.
Seraphis struck the glowing blade with calculated force, watching as the metal yielded beneath her hammer.
CLANG.
The curvature of the sickles took shape, the once-rough edges beginning to form a deadly arc.
Each strike sent waves of energy rippling through the weapon, binding the magical elements into the metal’s very core.
CLANG.
Sparks erupted, golden embers scattering through the air as the blade hardened, strengthened, became something more.
Seraphis worked tirelessly, her movements fluid, controlled.
Each strike, each fold of the metal, each refinement—it all mattered.
This was more than forging a weapon.
This was creating a legacy.
The Final Steps
Hours passed.
The blades were tempered and honed, their edges razor-sharp, gleaming under the forge’s dying light.
Seraphis carefully etched the enchantments into the steel, her fingers tracing the intricate runes with precision and intent.
As she whispered the final words, the blades hummed with life, a faint silver glow pulsing along their edges.
They were complete.
The Twin Crescent Blades—a weapon crafted for Sena, imbued with magic, made for the Forsaken.
Seraphis lifted them, feeling the perfect weight, the flawless balance.
Then, she whispered.
"It is done."
And in the silence of the forge, the blades shone like twin moons in the dark.