Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 14]

"I have a plan. Help me get all their armour off. Anything that's metal, I don't care what kind."

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Before long, a small pile of steel, iron and other material was collected.

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Everyone else circled me, protecting me from them as I pushed a hand into the mass of metal and concentrated.

It took time to get them all to the point of melting. As expected, the pile grew smaller as it did, condensing into a single lump of bright orange metal, imperfect and impure. The mixed alloys would make for poor equipment liable to break in a fight, if it didn't shatter in the quenching process itself.

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The metal fell in on itself as it finally became liquid. Modulating the heat with my hands in order to alternate between fully liquid and not, just a little solid, I drew it up onto my body. There was a gasp from nearby, someone no doubt seeing what they must have perceived as pure suicide. It would have been were it not for my Passive. I was still forging, after all, so to me it felt like tepid water all across my body.

More and more came, until my body was covered. With my hands and my mind, I smoothed it as best I could, allowing one piece to cool enough to become solid and then, with a combination of my hands and my Engraving Skill, scraping the area flat until it resembled armour. At least enough so to adhere and attach to my body. If it were anything less, or too much a liquid, it would fall or slide off. Piece by piece, minute by agonising minute, I built the suit of armour up, starting with my feet and legs before moving onto my thighs, hips, stomach and then chest. It was a hideously constricting suit of plate that covered every segment of my body, movement only allowed by intersecting plates at my joints.

The final piece was the helm, which I shaped up by pulling molten metal with my fingers over my cheeks and face, closing my eyes as I worked. When it was done, I could barely breathe, but a quick pull of my fingers across my mouth and eyes created space enough to see and draw breath.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 14]