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All at once, their thoughts surged together, overlapping in perfect harmony:
"You can do it, Velsun!"
"Aniki… I know you can!"
"Lord Velsun… There's no one stronger, no one wiser, no one greater!"
"Velsun-sama, you've always been extraordinary… and now, even this… a GENESIS-grade weapon… It's yours!"
For a heartbeat, the forge seemed to hold its breath. Their voices, though silent, carried weight, emotion, and conviction. Each of them—daemon, dragon, true hero, and angel—felt the same surge of certainty and faith in their lord.
Velsun, standing at the center, arms crossed, eyes calm yet piercing, sensed it all. The unwavering belief of his friends and allies washed over him like sunlight, steadying his focus and amplifying his power.
"We all believe in you…" their combined thoughts seemed to say, echoing in unison through his mind.
And with that, Velsun allowed the flow of magicules, sun essence, and the three sacred materials to merge, beginning the forging of the GENESIS-grade weapon.
Velsun stood at the center of the underground forge, arms outstretched, eyes closed, focusing every ounce of his being. The sun essence within him surged outward, mingling with the Sunfire Mithril, Helios Gold, and Aurora Crystals.
As he began giving shape to the weapon, the temperature in the forge skyrocketed. Flames danced along the walls, molten metal dripped from the edges of the anvil, and the very air shimmered with radiant heat. It wasn't just hot—it was the kind of heat that felt alive, pulsing like the core of a miniature sun.
Karlos, Veldora, Zalario, and Reinhart felt it immediately. Sweat dripped down their foreheads, their armor and clothes heated uncomfortably, yet they couldn't look away. Every nerve in their bodies screamed both awe and caution. The forge itself groaned and hissed under the strain. The stone walls began to soften, the floor rippling under the sheer force of the sun-infused magic.
Veldora muttered, half-laughing, half-grunting, "Aniki… this is insane! Any weak creature would be vaporized just by this heat alone!"
Karlos' fanatical admiration was visible even through his discomfort. "Lord Velsun… this… this is beyond anything I've ever seen! Haha... Truly magnificent!"
Reinhart's silver hair was plastered to his forehead, and his eyes were narrowed in concentration. "This… this is incredible."
Even Zalario's stoic face betrayed a flicker of awe as the light from the forge reflected off his wings. "Velsun… this heat, this pressure… it's only making your craft stronger."
Velsun opened his eyes, letting a thin smirk play across his lips. With a sweep of his hand, molten gold and shimmering crystal floated above the anvil, twisting, merging, and reshaping into a blinding form. He could feel the weapon taking life, its potential limitless—the shape not yet fixed, ready to become a sword, spear, bow, or whatever he imagined it to be.
It had no fixed shape. In one moment, it stretched into a gleaming sword with flames licking its edges; in another, it twisted into a bow, the string shimmering with pure sunlight; then a lance, a spear, even a scythe—all within seconds, flowing seamlessly as if obeying a mind of its own.
Velsun extended his hand, and the weapon immediately responded, flowing into a sword at his touch. Its surface shimmered with molten gold veins, Aurora Crystals flickering like distant stars across its length, and Helios Gold gleaming with solar fire. Every inch of it radiated power so absolute that even the air around it seemed to burn with energy.
Karlos could hardly speak, eyes wide, voice trembling. "Lord Velsun… it… it's incredible!"
Veldora laughed, almost in disbelief, fists pumping. "Aniki! That's… that's insane! I'M SUPER DUPER EXCITED TO FIGHT AGAINST IT NOW!"
Reinhart stepped closer, fist clenched and a grin on his face. "Incredible, Lord Velsun, as expected of you."
Zalario's calm gaze was locked on Velsun. "It's not just powerful, but it's stable too."
Velsun's smirk returned, the heat from the weapon brushing his face but causing him no harm. "This is only the beginning," he muttered softly. The weapon twisted again, forming into a bow, then a lance, then a sword—all flowing with fluid perfection. "It will be a Genesis-grade weapon unlike any other. Capable of becoming anything I desire. Capable of wielding the sun itself."
The weapon pulsed, resonating with their belief and Velsun's sun essence, a living monument to his power, intellect, and will. The forging of the Genesis-grade weapon was complete—but in reality, it had only just begun.
Velsun's eyes scanned the molten, shape-shifting weapon hovering before him, the golden heat of the Sunfire Mithril radiating across the forge. Its veins of Helios Gold shimmered like rivers of sunlight, and the Aurora Crystals scattered across its form glittered like distant stars.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hm… what should I name it, though?" he muttered, the words almost lost in the roar of the forge.
Karlos, still shaking with excitement, leaned forward, eyes sparkling. "Lord Velsun… whatever name you give it… it'll be legendary, right? Like… something only you could forge?"
Veldora, fists on his hips, chimed in, a grin plastered across his face. "Aniki, just name it something that screams power! Something that makes everyone know that no one, absolutely no one, can touch it!"
Reinhart nodded, calm but eager.
Zalario, silent until now, finally spoke, voice low and steady: "Velsun…" You've poured more than just magicules into it—your thoughts, your intent. The name should carry that weight."
Velsun's lips curved into a small smirk. "Hmm… something that embodies the sun, creation, and my will… something that commands respect, yet adapts to any challenge."
He extended his hand, letting the weapon flow into the form of a sword. The molten veins of gold pulsed as if sensing his thoughts. "I think… I've got it."
The forge hummed, the air trembling with anticipation as he prepared to give the weapon its name—the name that would echo across kingdoms, cosmos, and generations to come.
"…Incandescence." Velsun muttered.
The weapon pulsed as if it heard him, the heat rising again, golden light spilling into the forge.
Veldora's eyes lit up. "Ooooh! Incandescence! That's so cool, Aniki! It's like the sun just exploded into a weapon, hahahaha!" He started clapping his hands like a kid.
Reinhart bowed his head slightly, his voice steady but warm. "A strong name, Lord Velsun. It suits both you and the weapon perfectly."
Karlos was shaking, his grin wide. "Incandescence… h-hah… Even the name burns. Lord Velsun, only you could make something like this real!"
Zalario crossed his arms, smirking faintly. "Simple, but powerful. That's you, Velsun. The name fits."
The weapon shone brighter, like it was proud of the name it had been given.
Velsun chuckled, gripping it tighter. "Incandescence it is."
The weapon floated in front of Velsun, shifting constantly—sword, scythe, bow, hammer—its surface glowing like molten sunlight.
Velsun reached out and grabbed it. Instantly, it obeyed, molding itself to his will. He willed it into a sword first; the edges gleamed with searing light. Then he thought of a scythe, and the blade curved gracefully, radiating heat that made the forge shimmer. Finally, he molded a hand armor around his left wrist, the metal wrapping perfectly, energy coursing along it.
The forge's heat surged, intense enough that the surrounding stone and metal began to soften.
Veldora's eyes went wide. "Aniki… it… it's actually listening to you! That's insane!"
Reinhart nodded, jaw tight, his voice low. "I've never seen a weapon do that… every shape, every strike… it's unreal."
Karlos leaned forward, nearly bouncing with excitement. "Velsun-sama… this… this is amazing! I've never seen anything like it!"
Zalario's calm gaze softened, and he muttered, "You've really outdone yourself…" It's like the weapon knows you. Incandescence isn't just a weapon—it's… part of you."
Velsun flexed his fingers in the wrist armor, feeling the hum of raw power. He shifted the scythe portion back into the wrist piece, the weapon now resting perfectly on his arm.
"Good… that's exactly what I wanted," he said with a small smirk. "Incandescence, let's see what you can really do."
The forge seemed to pulse in response, molten light flowing as if approving its new master.
Velsun flexed his fingers, feeling Incandescene's hum vibrate through him.
Lad… the power radiating from this weapon… it's insane. Mimir's voice echoed in his mind. Any individual below the catastrophic level wouldn't even be able to touch it. Truly powerful.
"Yeah… I can feel it," Velsun replied silently. It's warm… almost like it's alive. But Mimir, can it really handle anything I throw at it? Any form, any attack?"
"Precisely," Mimir responded. Its essence flows with yours. It will adapt to your will, your intent. Just don't push it recklessly—the weapon's power is immense, but so is the feedback if you strain it too far.
Velsun nodded in his mind. Got it… So it's not just power—it's like an extension of me. If I control it right, there's nothing I can't do.
Exactly, lad. Treat it like part of your body, part of your soul. And remember… even a weapon like this has limits if you forget yourself.
Relax, Mimir. I've got this, Velsun thought, feeling a grin form as Incandescene shimmered, shifting its form slightly as if responding to his confidence.