The next day, Liam woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in weeks. The war, the endless battles, the strange encounters—it all weighed on him, but for the first ti in a long while, he had a mont of peace.
That peace, however, was just montary.
There was work to do.
He made his way to his personal forge. He needed to work on his new project. Since Tony was working, it was only fitting that Liam himself would work and make sothing stronger for himself. Rather upgrading his previous work. He lifted away the glove from the left hand.
He really missed having his natural hand. It was hard for him to accept sotis that had didn't have a limb, but it was reality. Though his new hand was more powerful, versatile, sturdy and everything that his previous fleshy hand could ever be, but at the end of the it was still a reminder of his failure.
Thus for the war, he would over prepare himself. Also he needed to talk with Avallac'h to get more knowledge about spells.
On a nearby table lay chunks of pure vibranium, the sa ones he had brought to Tony. The tal had already proven its worth in armor and weaponry, but Liam was more interested in sothing else—its magical properties. He placed his hand over one of the chunks and closed his eyes, channeling his own energy through it. Instantly, he felt it—a hum, a resonance like mithril. Vibranium didn't just absorb kinetic energy; it conducted magic like a living conduit.
"Figures," he muttered. "A tal that sings with energy." Liam then proceeded to use three kinds of energy and the best one that could be used on the Vibranium was Bifrost. Though Jotunheim magic and Source magic worked well, it wasn't the sa for Bifrost.
This was both a good news and a bad one. Good news because at this world, he himself was a living Bifrost energy, but in the world of Witchers, it wasn't the sa. There the Biforst was a dud and thus staff couldn't hold on to imnse quantity of Bifrost magic. But it was fine. He would make do with what he had.
With a flick of his wrist, he levitated the vibranium, directing it toward his staff. He whispered an incantation, and the wood of his staff shifted, allowing the molten tal to seep into its structure. It fused naturally, forming elegant streaks of silver that glowed faintly with arcane light. lting the Vibranium proved to be tough, because it wasn't like mithril at all.
He had use the Djinn's energy inside in order for it to lt and seep in.
"Red, do you like it?" Liam asked. Red was the na of the Djinn. Liam didn't know that Djinns even had nas.
"What is this tal? I feel more powerful." Red replied.
"Glad that you like it. In the future I will allow you to have more tals like this." Liam assured.
"Hehe.. I can't wait." Red said.
But that was only the first step.
Next, he inscribed runes along its length—sigils of Jotunheim, carved with precision. These runes would reinforce the staff's durability. It was a long process as he had to carve them by hands, lting the Vibranium again precisely. But after 2 hours of sweat, it was finally done.
Then ca the final touch—the energy of the Bifrost. But since he was master of this energy, he was able to infuse Bifrost inside and making more sigils based on Bifrost. He also had to ask for help from Red as he wasn't sure if Red liked this new magic.
According to Red, unlike Jotunheim magic which gave it power, Bifrost wasn't a very good food. Though he didn't have problems with it, it didn't an that Red liked it either. For Red, the Bifrost was just another man in his own ho. They could coexist easily, who would like an extra room mate for no reason.
Especially soone like Red. But thankfully Liam was able to convince Red otherwise and since Bifrost didn't have intelligence, at the end Red caved. But he made Liam promise not to add such strange magic again.
At it's end, a brilliant light erupted, arcs of rainbow-colored energy wrapping around the staff, reinforcing it, strengthening it. The mont was intense—raw power coursing through him as the staff absorbed the energy, reshaping itself to accommodate the new power source.
Liam took a step back, admiring his work. The staff was no longer just a weapon; it was a masterpiece. It glead under the dim light, pulsating with power, waiting to be tested. He gripped it firmly, feeling the way it resonated with his own magic. With all forms of magic that he had known.
"Perfect," he whispered to himself. Fenrir and Elie looked at what Liam was doing from the start.
Elie ca to Liam's feet to congratulate, while Fenrir just yawned.
"Let's have so food." Liam suggested. The ntion of food made both the animals happy and thus followed Liam while he kept his upgraded staff away. There would be ti to test the power of the staff. But right now he deserved rest.
Liam led Elie and Fenrir toward the dining area. The mont he stepped into the kitchen, he could already sense Elie's excitent. She hopped onto the counter, her tiny paws tapping impatiently as she waited for him to prepare sothing. Fenrir, on the other hand, sat calmly by the table.
"Alright, alright, I get it. Food first," Liam chuckled.
Today, he decided to make sothing comforting—thick, juicy steaks for Fenrir, a small portion of roasted fish for Elie, and a well-seasoned al for himself. It was rare monts for Liam to have such a free ti with both of them together. As Liam was cooking, he heard his doorbell ring.
Liam looked over and with his Bifrost eyes, he was able to see who had arrived.
"Coming." Liam said after keeping aside the at that he was cutting. Once Liam opened the door, he was welcod by two guests.
Reviews
All reviews (0)