Mana Oil Treatment from Leviathan

The jug was quickly caught by the light magi, which prompted the jester to quirk a brow. Though her confusion would quickly fade, as Task went into detail about the purpose of the oil.

"The Charbydis… I remember that hunt. What a good memory."

A faint smile graces her lips, as she glanced down at her arms who's mana circuits she had blown out in order to save her older brother from harms way. That whole process had sucked, but in the end... It all worked out. Her brother was safe from harm, and it brought her closer to Robin.

Though she was getting sidetracked here.

A deep breath follows, as the woman inhales, and then exhales. The crimson light of Vrona quickly got to work moving away from her fists, and back over the rest of her body. From there, it would expand itself over the oil until it had reached it's boiling point. Once there, the cosmic mana retract, until it only covered her hands.

To prevent burns, of course!

Then, with the boiling jar in hand, she'd cautiously make her way over to her beloved older brother; holding it out in the air for him to jam the gauntlet, and well... His hand into.

"I know before I said somethin' about bein' careful, but... We've come this far. Fuck it, go balls t'tha wall, big brother."

Mhm! Nothing about this was insane.
(Vanamir Queen)

Task would await Vanamir's return to his person with a final grit of his teeth, sweat beading upon his forehead as his skin paled from the drain of the accursed blood copper and tyrium. The refining process would solve these problems, but it would not be pleasant.

Yet...what better way to leave his resolve with the people of Theria, than to burn his very flesh and energy into something that will survive him long after he's gone.

Clutching the great caestus together tightly, the warlord would nod firmly to his sister before thrusting his gauntleted, barbed arm down into the boiling mana oil, the searing sound of scorching, energized oil surging through the channels and cracks of the gauntlet and super heating them with energy.

A treatment of madness that would realign the etheric properties of the metal towards the user's resolve. To do so, he must suffer the challenge against it.

In boiling oil. Yet, he'd had worse, hadn't he?

The great, rainbowy grey artifice of legend seemed to glimmer even more vibrantly as hit was treated by the oil, the pained screams of Task irrelevant compared to the beauty and luster of the great mitten's form. The cold iron's flow and recursion of energy would be attuned to the gauntlet, to its wiring, and all together towards the amplification of invigored, energetic pugilism.

A monument to a life of bare knuckled brawls, that his heirs might yet preserve their own.

At a cost.

As the oil continued to boil, the frayed senses and pained nerves of the warlord would turn to Vanamir with one final growl, nodding firmly to her with a sigh of exhaustion and acceptance for what came last.

"Alright, I need you to conjure down all the star power you can manage, and channel it into boiling this leviathan oil as hot as you can manage. The pain I experience will be tempered into the very creation of the mitten, it is irrelevant in comparison to the goal. You must put everything you have into igniting this heat treatment with the fire of the cosmos itself sister!"
(Task)

One last request, one last burst of power to finish this all off. The woman had made many weapons during her life, but this? This would be the finest piece of equipment she'd ever made. Hel, it might even rival her husband's Starburn.

Probably not, but it's always good to strive for greatness.

"Everything I have... Easily done."

Without wasting another moment, the woman's entire body light up with the crimson light of her star, as a wave of pain coursed throughout her body. She had been expending her mana like crazy, and well, she had a probably with her circuitry, so doing this really wasn't the best idea.

Then again... When did she ever care about limits?

Mixing in with her crimson light, came the gloriously incandescent light that usually danced around her, but this time, it would mix into the cosmos for a moment before overpowering it, her entire body light up with the such a vibrant light that anyone around might be blinded by it.

Thankfully, Task was already blind.

All of that light, and energy from her star funneled it's way into the boiling leviathan oil pushing it's heat far past the boiling point. Odds are Dun was going to be in excruciating pain, but he'd live. He's been through worse.

They both have.

After all was said, and done the woman would collapse onto the ground. The light fading from around her, as she simply lay there gasping for breath. That was everything she had, and more.

"Did it work?"
(Vanamir Queen)

Task did not take Vanamir's efforts in vain, conjuring forth all the energy he had in his body, refined over the years for control and output, into boiling the mana oil forth into higher and higher concentrations of superheated ichor. The steam rose from the smell of cooked flesh, blackened as it was protected in spite of the pain. And yet the rainbowy sheen of the great caestus appeared to no longer fade with the light, the star fire and spirit flame emboldening it with crackling refinement as the barbs seared into hardened muscle.

The burst of light illuminated the very heights of the ruined tower where the forgeworks laid, and after a time at last the warlord would remove the great gauntlet from the oil. It dripped with blood no longer, the great artifice seemingly bonded together to Task in the agony of the efforts expended.

Yet, as he opened and closed his shaky nerved palms, the pain gave way to superb might as with a great swing of his metallic fist, a nearby stone pillar would be shattered in a single swing.

Power, at a cost. The energy magi way.

As starlight and spirit fire fell upon the luminescent, arcanium gauntlet, it was certain beyond a doubt that their works had not been for nothing.

The Sanguinary Mitten had been made whole.

"Yes. It worked. I need some lotion."
(Task)