"Living Forge Physiology."
HUUM!
The moment Achilles called upon it, the air shimmered.
Around him, the world distorted, not from heat, but from something more primal, more sacred.
An illusory forge bloomed from his body.
It unfurled like a living star, a swirling crucible of molten color and celestial fire. Purple and gold flames weaved with crimson arcs, forming a semi-transparent forge that pulsed in rhythm with his heart.
And in his hand…
A hammer.
No, not a simple hammer.
An illusory forgehammer, sculpted from his very soul.
Made from the grandeur and immensity of his Adrastia Emperor King Lineage!
Purple-gold, translucent yet real. The head of it was embedded with phantom veins of his bloodline, starlight running like liquid metal across its surface.
He raised it high.
Then, slowly, reverently, he lowered his hand.
With this forge, he could make anything that he wanted. He could make any weapon or armor with absolutely any material.
