There is a legend of one Gavarian that has been passed around from village to village on Pefu. On the same side of Pefu as the Ice Temple, there is said to be a small abandoned workshop. It was there that the Gavarian attempted the impossible. He tried to forge a replica of the Ice Staff to gain entry to the Ice Temple. While ultimately the staff did not contain enough magic to open its doors, the attempt required him to develop much more advanced tools. They cannot make an Ice Staff but can surely create other magnificent creations and are completely priceless. Reaching this forge will require going out onto the ice, and it is said that the man built further defenses against serpents. It will be dangerous, are you up for the task to claim those legendary tools?
Reward: +800 zeni, +6 DP, +80 all stats, +6 RP Credits
Bonus: Upgrades Welder's Tools into Gavarian-Enhanced Welder’s Tools - Allows you to personally forge two similar rings or two similar spheres together anywhere without paying and gives you a 10% discount to create Gavarian or Gavarian-Enhanced Items (See Forge page on Pefu for details). May not be sneak attacked for having this. May not be stolen.
Requirement: Must own Welder's Tools
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Lilim had never been affected by the cold, not since her ascension to the status of a Demon Queen. Even now, on Pefu, she could stand in the bare nude without any problems in this world, her blood burning hotter than the fires of hell, not to mention her own powerful aura and sheer determination. If she could feel the cold, she had never felt it nor shown that sort of discomfort, as if environments alone were completely incapable of deterring her progress. Sometimes, if she focused properly, she could even provide her own means of air in the darkness of space, but that was one of the few environmental factors that even seemed to touch her in her advanced power and prestige. She looked around at the wind that howled around her and the drifting snow and ice as if they were nothing more than meaningless, harmless specks of pollen. She was unhindered here by the weather by itself, though the creatures here were a lot more powerful than most other places… but they were hardly a match for her specifically. Once you had achieved the status of Greater Demon, it was hard for anything to truly match you in power, at least naturally and normally. As such, she stood out in the snow and ice as if there was nothing untowards around her person.
She had no need for disguises here on this planet--normally, when travelling around, she would have opted for some sort of disguise or glamor spell that at least hid her true identity--there was no real reason for her to hide her identity in this world. She was in her natural form, demonic horns cresting around her head and wings folded against her back, tail swaying lazily behind her as her claws tapped her bare hips. Her glowing, crimson eyes scanned the horizon for the direction further towards the fabled Ice Temple, a location she at least knew of, as she had been in its vicinity once before, though not in this century. She could locate it easily, but that was technically not her real target--her real target was someone, or at least something, else entirely from the temple. It was rumored to be on the same side of the planet, but that really did not narrow it down all that well. She turned towards one of the only structures on the planet, a small spire with a ragged, waving flag that marked the entrance to one of the underground civilizations of this planet. The only real source of livable heat for Mortal races was beneath the surface of the planet, and that was where she would need to go in order to find out more information. She was a demon, of course, which meant she had all the time in the world to find the location of her pursuit, but really, she was usually far too impatient for that kind of thing.
She strolled up towards the entrance lift, naked as the day she was born, her mouth twisting in both thought and infernal humor; she questioned if retaining her current state of dress would be all that helpful for people that would probably gawk, stare, or admire her beauty, and as much as she enjoyed the attention that sort of thing brought her, even if that meant making others uncomfortable, she was more focused on finding out the truth of this legend, rather than prancing around for the attention of others (though she might do that later as the mood struck her). She hated wearing clothing on most occasions--she was at her most powerful, confident, and relaxed when in the buff, reserving clothing only for very important occasions or when it was absolutely mandatory… and even then, she liked to push the limit on such things when possible. She was provocative and sensual by nature, being an Archon of the Succubi, after all, so she usually just preferred to make others desire her or, at the very least, stare at her body. It nourished her in its own way, but that was hardly going to be all that productive in the immediate.
She took a breath and snapped her fingers, her bare body covered in an elaborate, if sensual and revealing, dress of black satin and silk. The embroidery was, of course, pure gold and silver threads, giving the stitching a shining, almost glowing look to them. The dress itself covered what it absolutely had to, leaving her shoulders, neck, back, collarbone, and legs bare. She even passed on shoes and jewelry this time around--she wasn’t really here to impress anyone, after all--but the dress itself would cover the absolute minimum. It was secured by a pair of arm straps that wrapped around her biceps and triceps, ensuring that random wardrobe malfunctions did not occur (though she arguably liked it better if what clothes she wore was always on that edge of showing just a little too much; she could not help herself if she liked to tease everyone in the vicinity). Once the attire was secured, she jumped into the lift shaft and rode the wind and gravity down towards the bottom, her wings flapping twice to bring her to a gentle landing at the bottom. She pried the doors open before stepping through, not even bothering with waiting for the elevator lift or such mundane things; she was a fantastical creature of power, and she hated having to wait around for machines like Mortals.
The demoness navigated by foot through a short series of tunnels that opened up, a few guards giving her appraising looks, but considering she was not overtly hostile, they paid her little mind (aside from her pleasing curves. She was, after all, emitting a strong aura of lust around her that tended to make people lose all sense of restraint, influencing their thoughts and emotions, so even if they were a far different species, they would still find her entrancing and attractive and alluring). The opening towards the greater tunnel saw the walls and ceiling expand rapidly, giving her a wide and tall look at the city that expanded before her eyes. This was one of their largest civilizations, and usually, the highest concentration of folks with knowledge would be here, or at the very least, in theory. She took a moment to feel out the city with her mind and senses before descending down steps that went from rough stone, to worked stone, to polished stone, before it finally transitioned to metal steps and catwalks. The city itself was not built on the cave floor, but rather, suspended over it. The very bottom of the cave was a natural heat vent from the planet’s volcanic layer, giving the whole environment a blessed amount of heat to allow life to flourish here. Hydroponics, artificial farms, a whole host of facilities and areas necessary for sustaining life on a planet like this. Life, it seemed, often found a way.
She could not remark too long about such things--aside from finding them incredibly boring to even learn more about--as she had a lead to follow. Someone in this city knew more about this whispered rumor and legend, and she was going to find them and get them to talk… then, if the legend was real, that someone had figured out how to make such amazing tools… she would want them for her Empire. Or, at the very least, how they were made, which was knowledge that her Empire desperately needed right now. So she strode forward, her hips swaying sensually, as if on their own will (she exuded sexual attraction with every step and action, after all), as she sensed out the area, looking for any that seemed to pick at her curiosity. Whoever was here… she would find them, that much was for certain.
His travels had only just begun. Exploring different places in the Universe was always going to be very interesting to him. The Namekian had lived like most of his people only expecting to see the world of his birth during his entire life. Namek was amazing and he cared for it so much, but his destiny was off of his home planet. His destiny was to go out and travel the entire Universe. He felt his mission was simply to protect everyone that he could and make the Universe a safer place for everyone to live in. He knew in the end though that his other half was out and doing the exact opposite. He couldn’t simply let that go on without continuing to try to grow himself. He had beaten Pierce before and he knew all that truly meant was that his other half was going to be pushing himself to get better. Shell had to do the same.
That is what lead him to the Ice World of Pefu. The moon orbiting the Large Gas Giant, Grand Pefu, was actually habitable, even if it was extremely cold. It was part of the collective of worlds that belonged to the Planet Trade Organization and the small forces that lived on the surface were simply enforcers sent to make sure no one tried to over extend into Planet Trade lands. It was simply a stronghold for them.
Pefu sat as the nearest world to a rival of the Planet Trade Organization as well, the Avalon Protectorate. Shell knew that he eventually had to go Avalon itself sometime from the legends he had been reading lately about his own destiny, but this was just another stopping point for him. He was going here to find a special location that this moon held. It was known as the ancient Gavarian Forge. The exterior of this world was frozen far away from any star to keep it heated, but the core housed a forge that made the area under the surface habitable to some extent. Still it wasn’t a highly inhabited world, but it had some room for such things. More importantly than that, this ancient forge held great power for perfecting his battle equipment. The Namekian was extremely interested in seeing what that power truly was.
Namekians had a natural adaptation to extreme weather situations, but even the chill of this world was hard to tolerate. He could manage, but he had to find the forge quickly or else he would be spending much more time in his ship than he had wanted. Luckily the power source of the planet seemed to radiate with a mysterious energy that seemed to guide him. It wasn’t quick, but it also didn’t take him long to find a cavern entrance that lead to the core of the planet, the heat source and the ancient forge.
Well at least that is what Shell thought. He was clearly wrong as the cavern was just a path to his goal. The planet did have a forge, but the true secrets were only pathed through this particular entrance. He traced the power following the path until the cavern opened up around him. A few workers traversing the area, but the beating sounds of the machine echoing around him. This was the epicenter of the forge and the location he had been looking for; or at least he had thought he had been looking for. Truly he was wrong, but he didn’t quiet know that yet and he wasn’t even sure what to do now that he was here. It wasn’t like they seemed willing to just let him start to work on things and he didn’t even know how to do so if they said he could. This was all very strange to him as he looked around, confused and yet amazed at the same time by the sight he was witnessing. This was truly an incredible place to him.
Those that were working around the forge seemed almost like just more cogs in the wheel that made this entire place run. Yes, they had energy and were mortal, not machine, but they seemed to just be plugging along as if this was their life mission to work at this forge. He could at least understand that kind of work ethic and mindset though. The Namekians worked the fields, growing plants and trees on their planet oftentimes in the same way. Shell couldn’t even tell what they were making, he could just tell that they were actually doing something that looked rather important. That certainly intrigued him.
The Namekian knew of no better way to indulge his curiosity, but to go and ask one of the workers. He didn’t want to distract them from their jobs though so he had to know what to say and to keep it quick while likely having to be on the move as well while he asked. The nearest worker he could see was at a station running a machine of sorts by flipping levers at a specific time in sequence. It looked like he was a master of clockwork precision already and Shell was incredibly impressed. He did enjoy a strong work ethic and to see these workers functioning in such a way made him actually admire each of them.
Calmly, The Namekian walked up to the working man trying to be out of the way as he spoke to him, ”Hi, I can see you are really busy so I don’t want to bother you. I was just wondering how one goes about utilizing this ancient forge?” His curiosity was obvious and so was his direct approach to the matter. He didn’t want to beat around the bush and waste this man’s time.
The worker looked at him quickly and then continued on with his work only speaking with quick words, ”Two Ways to use this place. Lots of zeni or being attuned with the right tools.”
Shell had no idea what that even meant at this point, but at least it was an answer. He could pay for it, which he assumed would be costly or he could find a way to get attuned with the right tools. That was a fairly direct answer and made things somewhat easier. He could have paid, but that wasn’t his style for getting better at things. The Namekian had always been told that it was best to learn things and do them himself. That was how you grew and how you became stronger. Simply buying whatever you wanted to get whatever you wanted was not the way his people taught him to be. It was always about hard work and effort to make things right and improve himself to new and amazing ways so that he could do more and more amazing feats during his life. He just had to figure out how to get attuned to this place.
He followed the worker as he switched locations trying to keep up with his work. Shell couldn’t tell exactly, but now that he was closer to this man, he saw a medallion around this workers neck that gave off a glow that looked like it could also match a glow he had seen from others. He manifested the two sets of forging tools that he had. The first was the wielders tools, but the second were strange tools that had been acquired on Namek during the Galactic War. He held them out catching the eye of the worker as he tried to find out more, ”I’m so sorry to keep bothering you, but are either of these the proper tools that you spoke of needing. I wish to properly attune myself to this place, I just need to know how?”
The worker looked at the Wielders Tools and nodded, ”Take those tools down the ancient path that the great forger once traveled. There you will be tested and if worthy your tools will be transformed and made even greater. You too could use this place properly with them, just like the great forger once did.”
Shell smiled he had an answer, but as he got what he wanted, he felt another enter the place. This was a very powerful force and one that radiated of a demonic energy signature. It was fairly powerful and as he turned to where it was coming from, he saw an elegantly dressed woman with traditionally thought of as a sexually appealing figure. The Namekian could see that her appearance even caught the attention of the dedicated working staff at the forge. This was certainly going to be interesting. She seemed to have a mysterious power about her that could make things that much more interesting as Shell tried to solve this particular mystery and unlock the ancient forge’s potential.
The Demon Queen finally arrived at a particular location, the noise of hundreds of workers at labor, the sensation of so much mental energy and concentration being expended on a routine--if fulfilling for them--task and the sight of people at their daily toils. Were it any other day, she probably would have ignored the situation and location out of monotony and boredom, preferring the thrills of adventure or debauchery, or failing that, the monotony and requirements of running her own Empire. She looked around at the various workers, some flipping switches or levers, some more manual with tools and pieces of metal, some laboring over hot fires or hotter time tables--it seemed so boring to her, or at least, it should have been; over the last several months, she had started to gain an appreciation for the sight of people hard at work to create something, especially on Infernus, the Capital of her Dominion. While the people and goals were different, the heart was the same--well, mostly, anyway. She had taken a long moment to look upon the various workers here and what they were doing, her attention only brought back to the present situation as work began to quiet, voices became still, and one-by-one, she noticed that the workers were stopping to look upon her. She was, after all, the stunning perfection of lustful beauty realized, and her very presence could be distracting to others. She looked around, realizing the spotlight was now on her and she smiled; now was the time for her little act, she supposed.
"I really do admire the work all of you do here," she began, her voice echoing off the walls of this monstrous forge as all work seemed to cease, her presence alluring, magnetic, playing upon the deep desires of those with the capacity to feel it. She had then wrapped around her finger right now, and since she needed something of them, she planned to use and abuse that attention. "Oh--it seems you have another guest here. Looking for the same thing, I would wager," she cooed softly as she prowled down the catwalk, her dress swaying around her as crimson eyes looked upon the Namekian standing beside one of the workers.
"It is not often I get to meet one such as yourself," she said, and Shell would likely feel the sensation of being watched, analyzed, as if being picked apart under someone's microscope. Lilim did not show much restraint or even shame as she looked the green-man over, top to bottom then back again, getting a feel for his power, his experience, and most importantly, whether or not he could desire a woman like her. She had few encounters with Namekians--she was not altogether sure if they could copulate. Maybe his race wasn't capable of it. "Those tools you had in your hands… I see, you're looking to improve them as well?" she asked, a set of her own appearing from a puff of black smoke, as of pulled from another dimension, and she waved her own tools lazily. They looked less worn than his own, as if she rarely used them, but they were otherwise identical to the ones he carried. "I had heard a legend, a rumor… A Great Forger," she said, circling around Shell a few times, like a predator contemplating pouncing on prey.
"A test, was it?" she said, looking towards the Gavarian that had been talking to Shell, getting a stunned and silent response from the worker, before the Demon Queen looked towards the Namekian with an amused smirk, elongated canines looking particularly sharp as she looked at the green-skinned warrior. "How exciting, a rumor about adventure, danger, travel and, if you're lucky, fortune. I would have called it absolutely mundane," she said, her smirk instantly fading into a look of indignation and irritation. Her smile had swapped into something akin to a snarl and growl, but her aura had not spiked up much at all… not yet, anyway.
She continued to keep her eyes on Shell, as if contemplating him as she kept circling around him. She kept tossing around the idea to pounce, whether to try and seduce him, recruit him, destroy him, or some other facet in between. She wasn't sure what to make of him just yet, and it was a little fascinating to contemplate. She paused in front of him, finally stopping in her stalking before she leaned to one side of her hips, looking thoughtful about him. "I am Lilim, Demon Queen, Archon of the Succubi, Empress of the Infernal Dominion," she introduced herself with a sweeping bow, one that came across as only a little mocking, but she was, at least, being polite enough to introduce herself to someone new.
"I am fascinated with this legend all the same, obviously. I have my own ends and interests. Suffice to say, I will not do it, or you, or them, or anything else on this miserable planet any harm so long as I get what I wish," she said, shaking the forging tools in her hands before they disappeared in another puff of black smoke, once more demonstrating her power and prestige. She looked around the room at that point before her eyes fell upon Shell. "I have a feeling you, or someone else, might have an idea of where to get what I want. A guide, perhaps. You? Or someone you know," she said, looking towards the Gavarians pointedly, the room still silent in awe at her beauty and grace.
"How about it, then? Care to be travelling partners?"
Shell’s eyes narrowed as the woman walked into the area. He could feel the darkness, a demonic power from her that caused his skin to tingle. He despised evil and what it did to the Universe. He knew entities like this existed though. He had met plenty of powerful entities that had evil flowing over them. Some of which he could actually tolerate and some he just wanted to eradicate. Even the tolerating though was with a sense that someday he knew they would turn on him and then he would likely have to eradicate them. It was the way he knew evil beings worked and he wasn’t going to rest on those opinions.
Her voice echoed across the cavern as she spoke and he could tell right away that his presence had garnered her attention rather quickly. He wasn’t truly trying to hide his location, so just as her power radiated out, so would his. Shell understood that it was also possible that she could tell he was not like her. The Namekian was an epitome of good, or at least he thought that of himself and had done nothing in his life to go against that to this point. The one thing he did question though was if he had it in him if the situation required it of him. If he had to protect everything could he truly do anything for that end?
He didn’t have time to think about that though right now as the evil entity was now right in front of him. She leaned to the side giving a mocking and yet elegant sweeping bow to him and introducing herself. The Demon Queen, Lilim. She gave herself more titles than that, but the first was what he heard and focused on the clearest. She wasn’t just a demon, but a Queen of them. A Succubus and a force this powerful, it was clearly not something he would have wanted to meet up in such a place like this.
She was calm though, almost welcoming to the idea of going along to pass the trials of the Grand Forger. The Namekian had to recall quickly what he knew about demons. It didn’t take long for her name to pop up in his mind from studies done in classes. More importantly he knew what a Succubus could do and where the majority of their power came from. It was likely why she looked like this, to use the lust of any that she came across to manipulate them into doing what she desired. He could even feel the power radiating off of her was almost trying to force the lust of individuals out towards her. It was like the song of the siren and the Namekian could see it working on the workers around the forge. He couldn’t let it work on him though. He had to resist and keep his mind clear of whatever evil she might be trying. The Namekian also knew that he had to stop her from doing anything that could harm this world and forge.
While Shell tried to figure out what to do, he kept himself calm and away from acting hostile towards her. That was only going to cause a greater issue considering their location and their power. If they truly got into a conflict here, deep within the planet itself, they likely could have caused damage that could be repaired or fixed. The entire planet would be at risk for obliteration if they fought here and now.
She went on to state her own interest in the legend of this forge and wanting to learn of its power for herself. Shell didn’t know what to think about that, but he did know that she was going to go on the path of the Great Forger herself one way or another. His presence was only a flicker to stopping her from getting what she wanted. The Namekian knew she was going to get what she wanted one way or another. It was really just going to be whether he was ok with traveling with her and in a way helping her achieve her goal here. He figured that he had to go along with this and make sure she was going to keep her word and not harm any of them or this world. He didn’t fear for himself, but the others he knew they couldn’t stop her even if they all worked together. He would have had to get involved if this turned hostile and then who knew what would happen. For now, it seemed like she was willing to play nice and that meant that he should at least play nice as well. Maybe he could learn more about her if they did this together and have a way to actually make sure she didn’t harm anyone moving forward. It was in his mind that he could maybe even save her from the evil she dwelled in. He knew that a being like this would be hard to do that with, but it wasn’t the way of his people to give up on redemption.
”Sure, we can travel together.” It was the first thing he said to her and he found no reason to offer up anything more than that right now.
The worker had already pointed Shell in the right direction and so he motioned for her to follow him. His mind was on point as they walked, not completely into his instinctual combat mode, but enough that it would be able to activate in a moment’s notice if needed. The term, ‘on edge’ was likely the best way to describe it right now. He wasn’t going to let himself be taken advantage of, no matter what that might end up being from a being such as this one.
The walked out on the path of Ice leading out from the forge. From the legends of this world this was another path to one of the coldest parts of the entire planet. The temperature was frigid and the wind intensely blowing, only making things work as they walked across the icy bridge. The fact that this place was also trapped only made things a little more difficult to deal with. Random avoiding of pressure plates and then when he tried to fly over them, a blast of raw power coming at him only made things more difficult to deal with. It was actually kind of annoying that they had to travel so slow, but avoiding the traps was easy enough. Even the first blast and his easy avoidance might have been a little more of a show to her so she knew he wasn’t to be trifled with. Eventually they made it to an opening. Rays of light reflected around the icy chamber, but were mostly blocked. He looked around taking note of what looked like shiner areas of the chamber…
Mirrors, they were effectively mirrors, and if he was calculating it right in his mind, then they could be used to reflect the light into a singular point frozen behind an icy tomb. He turned to the demon queen and gestured towards the mirrors, ”We have to melt the ice in order and get the light to reflect off those ice mirrors. Then with that light on the object under that tomb, I believe that will allow us to pass this trial and unlock the mystery of the Grand Forger.”
Just as he said that the room began to rumble and suddenly from the walls and ground emerged a number of ice serpents. They all hissed in unison at the two that had dared enter this room. He looked at her and smirked, opening his hand as a sword appeared in his grasp of his right hand and fire in his left, ”Do you want to melt the ice or take care of the serpents? I’ll let you pick being that you are the lady in the room.” He gave a mocking bow back to her to let her choose what she wanted to do.
The Namekian was silent for long moments, and for a short while, Lilim was not sure if she could really get a proper read on him and his emotions. He was a font of peace and concentration at that moment, obviously, and it took her a bit to come to any sort of assumption or theory about him. At first, she had wondered if he would fall for her charms, or perhaps he would attack her, since even the most skilled of individuals would have problems keeping the recognition from their eyes. This one though… was very good. Not perfect, but very good. His power (or at least what portions of it she could sense properly) was quite high as well, and even if he was travelling around, it was clear he was powerful and at least a little experience.
That experience? He was clearly not fearful for himself, but rather, the Namekian was perhaps concerned for the planet and people that surrounded them, and she wondered if she caught on to her ploy; she had tried to make the threat as subtle as possible, of course, not wanting to cause a panic or an overtly violent reaction, but the fact remained that she was, indeed, a very dangerous person. She could annihilate everyone here if she willed it, and he likely had come to that realization. He agreed to travel with her and lead the way, which resulted in Lilim having a satisfied smirk on her face. Perhaps this Namekian wasn't as strong as she suspected, but he seemed to catch on to the situation all the same. If he wasn't clever enough to find a way out, then that really wasn't her problem, was it?
Regardless, he led the way, never once mentioning his own name, which meant she would just have to keep referring to him as Namekian or Green, though she opted for the former rather than the latter. She said very little as they walked though, once again never seemingly bothered by the chill or wind as they proceeded, avoiding the various traps that had been set in their path. Pressure plates, trip wires, and the like… these were more meant for clumsier and weaker individuals, not really proper traps for beings such as themselves, so most of them were handled expertly and swiftly, even if the howling winds meant that they had to walk for most of the journey. Lilim did not mind; she rather enjoyed feeling out this travel partner, trying to figure him out inside and outside.
They soon came upon a chamber that was surrounded by mirrors, the trick of the room not quite apparent until she noticed the iced-over section that was supposed to be feeding light onto the mirrors. Now she could see--they would have to focus the light and use it to open the path forward, it seemed. She almost made a comment about this teapot being remarkably boring and juvenile, but something far more interesting happened.
A multitude of Ice Serpents seemed to emerge from various places, effectively surrounding them as part of this room's trap. A test of ability and intelligence, huh…? She sensed out the powers of the serpents and found that they were individually not particularly potent--working as a swarm, they might be more of an issue, but she highly doubted she would give them time to do that. However, the Namekian materialized a weapon into his hand, and Lilim found herself staring at it a little closely, intensely, and she glared at the weapon, feeling her tail stand on end and her hackles rising. She did not immediate yell out or attack in rage, but she knew that weapon; it was a very important sword.
How did this one…? Nevermind; what mattered is that he had it, and he would likely feel the blade's desire to cut out her heart and eradicate her soul. No wonder he seemed to have such a strong will.
She managed a calm smirk swiftly thereafter, shrugging a little bit as she watched him bow. "I could use the exercise," she offered coyly, more to give him every reason to put that sword away than anything else. She had no real desire to destroy these serpents, but she was motivated to make sure any reason he had for holding that weapon went away; she made sure to accomplish that.
Her eyes glowed brighter for a moment as her power climbed higher, the pressure in the room getting stronger from it, before she lanced out a series of midnight-black beams of energy from her fingers and wings, each one piercing into the flesh of some of the Serpents. In an instant, those touched by her black Ki were rendered into nothing more than ash. That got rid of the chaff, but the wheat? The cream? She decided to handle that personally, showing off her raw strength to her travelling companion in a vicious display of unrestrained brutality.
As Shell manifested the Z Sword, he felt a strange sensation. Well actually he felt two of them at the same time. It felt like the sword was suddenly trying to speak to him or drive him to act. The Namekian had a long time ago been trained to avoid manipulation of his mind and so he just really felt a tingle and nothing more, but it was certainly an interesting feeling. The other was also related to the sword, it did seem like the demon queen had a moment where her confidence seemed to dwindle just a little bit.
Shell couldn’t exactly tell why that was, but he realized it was likely only a momentary reaction. Maybe she didn’t know he could manifest weapons in such a way or maybe it was something else. For now, that wasn’t important to solving the problem.
To that end, she acted first. It was simple, but the beams of energy from her fingers pierced each monster immediately turning them to ash. He gritted his teeth at the show of her power wondering how potent that power truly was. Still he had to hold up his end of the bargain. He flicked his hand and the sword was gone, replaced by another fist of raw fire. Thrusting them both outwards the fire struck at precise angles allowing the ice barriers to melt around the mirrors. He looked at the last area and simply blew a quick breath of raw fire at it melting it and sending the light radiating throughout the room.
Just like that the process started and the icy barrier around the legendary device melted away. He calmly walked up to the location and noticed the light was still penetrating down on an area that looked like it would fit the wielding tools that he possessed. The Namekian shrugged, ”I will try first, so if something happens then I still have another set of tools to try.” He placed the tools down and suddenly the light radiated over them. The burst of energy caused him to instinctively cover his eyes and then when it faded the simple tools he once had seemed to radiate with even more magic. They were the same in many ways, but clearly different. They gave off the same power the embedded objects on the workers did. They must have succeeded. He looked at the demon queen and nodded to allow her to have her turn, ”Know that if you abuse this forge for your own desires and further evil around this Universe, that I will stop you some day.” With that he calmly walked away. He figured he would see this demon queen again, but for now he would let her go. The Namekian had work to do and he hoped this would allow that to happen eventually. Pierce was still loaming and who else knew what might come around. He had already met a Primordial Entity on Namek and now a Demon Queen on Pefu. This Universe was clearly far from saved.
WC: Lilim: 3,094 Shell: 3,336 Total: 6,430 / 5750
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