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The heavy, clear ringing of a hammer on metal resounded through the crafting hall of Erik's dimension. Broiling heat wafted out of the forge, hot enough to instantly burn the skin of mortals on contact. Yet, inside the room, two figures withstood the heat without issue.
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Erik hammered away at an intricate metal shaft, a deep, focused frown on his sweaty brow. As he shaped the metal with one hand, he weaved intricate sigils with the other while runes of power slipped from his lips. The anvil beneath the shaft was glimmering with sigils of its own, keeping the focus of Erik's efforts in place without the need to be held.
