"It is already taking my brother's life!" Elara countered, her voice fierce with determination. "And what is your life now, Silas? You hide here, working metal but feeling nothing. Help me, and perhaps we can find a way to break your curse as well."
Silas looked at his iron hands. Then, he looked at Elara. For the first time in years, he reached out. He couldn't feel the softness of her skin, but as his iron finger brushed her hand, a spark of the horizon's light jumped between them. For a brief, fleeting second, Silas felt a sensation of pure, genuine warmth. The Shimmering Horizon And Cursed Blacksmith Do...
Silas set up a portable anvil at the very edge of the cliff. He needed to capture the raw energy of the horizon at the exact moment he struck the metal. Elara held a containment crystal she had brought, designed to draw in the wild magic and channel it onto the anvil. "It is already taking my brother's life
Elara rushed to his side, looking at his arms. The black iron had reached his shoulders, but it had stopped. He was still alive, but more metal than man now. Help me, and perhaps we can find a
With one final, monumental strike, Silas brought the hammer down. A blinding flash of light engulfed the cliffside. The energy of the Shimmering Horizon snapped back, returning to its perpetual dance beyond the edge.
"Hold the light steady!" Silas roared, his voice straining. "I will not fail you!"
Silas placed a bar of pure silver on the anvil. He raised his heavy iron hammer. As Elara directed the focused beam of shimmering energy onto the metal, Silas struck.