Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 16]

Taking armour and making it into a bar of metal wasn't quite as simple as some might have believed. I couldn't just reverse time, let alone mimic all the materials that had been lost, but what I could do was shatter and place the pieces together, and then forge them into a billet I could make into a sword. I could also take Crocea Mors, made of Vacuan Silver, and shatter that blade as well – even if it hurt me to do so. Combining the two gave me more to work with, but even for a skilled smith it would have been all but impossible. Only a Blacksmith could achieve this, using Stoke the Forge to reach the perfect temperature, and an instinctual understanding of metallurgy to know exactly what to do and when.

It had been a long and careful process...

But now I had a new sword – and more than that. I had enough material left over to make a chest-plate for myself. Both were of powerful material, far stronger than anything I'd had before, and both had granted me vast swathes of Exp. Enough not for two full levels, but for a level and a half, which had just so happened to push me over the barrier for a second level-up in under three hours. My head was still spinning from it.

"I wonder if I could forge you again and again for Exp?" I said, marvelling at my new sword. It was Crocea Mors in everything but history, and yet again I'd forged it to the identical weight, balance, and length, an impossible task for anyone who wasn't a Blacksmith like me.

—Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 16]