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Rise of the Living Forge - Chapters 596-597
🕑 Added 2026-02-09 16:00:25 +0000 UTC“We have a problem,” Koyu said.
Wallace grunted in response.
The two of them sat in obsidian chairs on either side of the anvil in the center of the Infernal Armory. Materials scattered the ground around them in what would have seemed to be a mess to anyone other than the two of them and the Armory itself.
They’d run through a dozen different theories over the past few hours. Each of them had been carved out from the sea of potential ones as a path that held even the faintest chance of success. And, thus far, not a single one of them had had even a scrap of potential.
“Do you really not know how these Revenants were destroyed back during the war?” Wallace asked, massaging his brow. “Maybe we just have to hunt down another Lich. At this point, I figure the Menagerie could pull it off. And if you managed to make it this long…”
“I am certain that another Lich exists somewhere, in some form,” Koyu said. “And I am aware of the direction of the method that they would use. That is not the issue. I simply refuse to let us fall to such a degree. We will not rely on Soulmancy of that type.”
“But—”
“I will not permit it!” Koyu snarled, driving a hand down into the side of his chair with enough force to crack the stone. “You do not know the horrors which you suggest, Wallace. You do not know the wretched power which you seek to rely on. So much as a single usage is enough to corrupt the wielder’s soul.”
“Shit,” Wallace said, raising his hands before him. “Fine. Fine. I get it. No Soulmancy. But doesn’t Arwin—”
“His magic is different,” Koyu said, shaking his head. “He uses something between Soulmancy and a healing art. As you know, it lets him communicate with his materials. But he does not force. That makes his magic a vastly safer and respectable art. In most circumstances, it will also allow him to create items of far more strength. But in this circumstance alone… his is inferior.”
“Why?” Wallace asked. “Because our other options aren’t looking too great so far, Koyu. We’re going to need to figure something out. We don’t have forever. I’m familiar with the basics, but what exactly is it about normal Soulmancy that would allow it to kill a Revenant when Arwin’s magic can’t?”
Koyu blew out a heavy sigh and sank down lower in his chair. “I am quite aware. The difference is in the nature of the magic itself. Arwin does not force his materials to bend to his will. He aids them to become what they desire to be. He can obviously request and suggest options, but it is fundamentally a collaborative power. But true Soulmancy… the power that Lichs bore during the Great War, that was the opposite. Their will was the only thing that mattered.”
“Right,” Wallace said. “But the Beast wants to die. He came to us literally asking to be killed. So wouldn’t he be more than happy to let Arwin Soulmancy him back to the grave?”
“No. Because he cannot. That is the curse of the Revenant,” Koyu said with a grim shake of his head. “Do you think any Revenant wanted to exist? They are dozens — in the best of cases — of souls sewn forcibly together, growing only larger and more agonized with every life they claim. Not a single one of them wished to exist. The power that sustains them is the Lich’s Soulmancy itself.”
Wallace’s lips thinned as he caught on to what Koyu was saying. “And that power isn’t going to be too amiable to getting undone.”
“It will not be. We will not be able to sing our way to victory with a Revenant. It will not accept freedom unless we drive it through its heart.”
“Except stabbing them is useless.”
“Except stabbing them is useless,” Koyu agreed with a nod. “And forcing Arwin to use his magic in the manner of a Lich would be far, far worse. Imagine what would happen if a man of his power and potential were to head down the path of a true Lich.”
“He wouldn’t—”
“He would have already taken the first step if he were to do this,” Koyu said. He leaned forward, his gaze boring into the smith’s. “It is not a matter of character. Can you slaughter an innocent and still remain blameless?”
“Your point is made,” Wallace said. He grabbed a chunk of ruby-red metal off the ground and rubbed his thumb against it pensively as he thought. “Not that I would ask Arwin to do something like that in the first place. But it is leaving us in a bit of a problematic situation. It doesn’t seem like any weapon can actually kill a Revenant other than Soulmancy.”
“Thus far,” Koyu corrected. “I am certain there must be another way. We simply have not found it yet.”
“Yeah,” Wallace said. “But finding it is the hard part, isn’t it? The Beast is literally going to let us stab him. That’s the easy bit.”
“I am trying to be motivational,” Koyu said. He let out a harrumph. “It clearly wasn’t worth the effort.”
“We’re both old assholes,” Wallace said with a bark of laughter. “We don’t need to be motivational. We just need to find answers. I’m sure we’ve just missed something. There has to be a way to kill a Revenant without Soulmancy. Let’s just go back over it.”
Koyu didn’t argue. He just leaned forward, translucent fingers drumming against his thigh. “A Revenant is woven of souls and bound to a physical form. There is no separation between the soul and flesh. They are completely intertwined. They can be undone with Soulmancy, by forcibly tearing them apart in the same manner in which they were made.”
Wallace tapped his foot on the ground. “Flesh and soul are one… Hypothetically, if a Revenant got enough souls…”
“It could explode,” Koyu allowed. He let out a grim laugh. “But do we really want to go down that route? It might somehow be even worse than the Soulmancy.”
“Just brainstorming,” Wallace said. “Stop shooting down all my ideas and try offering up a few of your own. We’re not getting anywhere if you keep being a stick in the mud.”
“Right. My apologies,” Koyu said. His hands clenched into fists. “Yes. Hypothetically speaking, overwhelming a Revenant with sufficient amounts of souls would eventually cause the magic holding it together to burst. That would kill it. But the death count would be astronomical.”
“Could we somehow replace the souls with magic?” Wallace asked. “What if we injected the Beast with so much magical energy that he just… popped?”
Koyu tilted his head to the side. “An interesting proposition. But I think you underestimate the weight of a soul. There are few things of more magical power than a soul. It is the very essence of a living being. Even though the Beast has doubtlessly killed a great number of beings in his existence, the amount of magic we would need to replicate all the other souls would be enormous. I don’t think we could manage it. Especially not in the time we have.”
“But it would hypothetically work?”
It was a moment before Koyu responded. Then, slowly, he nodded.
“Yes. It could.”
“So magic and souls are interchangeable for the purposes of what we’re doing,” Wallace said. He stroked his beard, then looked back over to Koyu. “Yes?”
“They may be,” Koyu said. His voice grew distant.
Both of them fell silent.
Then, nearly in unison, he and Wallace looked at each other.
“What about the opposite?” Wallace asked. “If we were to take the magic away? Not with Soulmancy, but through another means?”
“The Guild’s magic-stealing daggers,” Koyu muttered. “Yes. I don’t know how I didn’t think of that earlier. They could target the bindings holding the Revenant together. I — no, damn it.”
“What?” Wallace exclaimed. “Don’t say that, damn it. You just had an excited reaction. Going ‘damn it’ right after that is just rude. You have to at least tell me what we got right before we figure out what went wrong.”
A faint smile pulled across Koyu’s features. “The dagger may indeed be able to unravel a Revenant. Destroying the magic holding it together would almost certainly work.”
“But?” Wallace arched an eyebrow. “There’s a but coming.”
“But,” Koyu continued, inclining his head. “I do not know how such a weapon would react to drawing in so much magical power all at once. It would be magnitudes greater than the powers of some random adventurer. Even a strong one.”
Wallace’s brow creased. “It could explode.”
“It could more than explode. There’s a chance it would take out half a block,” Koyu said. “Or it could hold. I’m unsure. But there’s one more thing. If we were to dispatch the Revenant with a weapon like that, it could end up tearing apart all the souls that make it up. Thousands of existences, shredded into nothingness.”
“Hasn’t that already happened to them?”
“No,” Koyu said. “Pained though they are, they still persist.”
“You want to save them,” Wallace said. It wasn’t a question. “Is that even possible?”
Koyu didn’t reply for a second longer. Then, slowly, he nodded.
“It may be. I have an idea. If the dagger were to slowly draw the power out of the Beast, modified to specifically only target Soulmancy, it might undo the bindings and free those woven within them. It would take time, but we could set the Revenant free piece by piece.”
Wallace’s eyes lit up. “He would just unravel. But I don’t think the Guild’s daggers do that right now. They’re just meant to steal all the power that they can.”
“They are. But that does not mean their nature cannot be changed,” Koyu replied. A spark of excitement passed through his features. “Lillia should still have one of the daggers from Mask. We will need to disassemble it to determine how it was created.”
“Then we can work backwards and make a new dagger that can free the Revenant without tearing apart all the souls inside it,” Wallace concluded with a huge grin. “Brilliant. Do we really have time to make something like that? It won’t be easy.”
A small smile passed over Koyu’s own lips. “There is only one way to find out.”
Chapter 597
Arwin stepped back into the Infernal Armory to find it awash with noise. Wallace and Koyu were mid argument over something, their voices just barely audible over the clang of metal. It seemed they had decided to multitask and fight whilst creating something.
I wonder if they’ve figured anything out about what we’re going to do about the Beast.
That topic had been lingering on Arwin’s mind for much of the trip back to Milten from the Expert Tier dungeon. Well, that and the ramifications of Lillia’s new abilities. But he still hadn’t even seen exactly how much she was capable of. Despite the entire point of their little expedition, they’d only gotten a tiny glimpse at what Lillia had unlocked by Sunsetting her class.
Shaking his head, Arwin stepped into the back room of the Armory. A wave of heat rolled across his face. The intensity of the magma within the Infernal Armory felt comparable to the heart of a volcano. He barely even noticed it. Arwin was pretty sure the magma inside his own body was just as hot.
Koyu and Wallace were’t any more bothered than he was. A dwarf and a ghost weren’t exactly the most susceptible targets for heat. The two of them stood across from each other over an anvil. Wallace had his hammer in hand and was waving it around animatedly to emphasize his words.
“I’m telling you, we need—” Wallace turned. He’d actually noticed Arwin’s arrival quite quickly. The dwarf pointed at Arwin with his hammer. “Good timing. We were just talking about you.”
“Oh?” Arwin asked. “Did you figure something out?”
“Something,” Koyu allowed. He shook his head. “And you? Was the dungeon a success?”
“You could call it that,” Arwin allowed. “We certainly didn’t have any trouble. Nothing worth interrupting whatever conversation you were just having over. It looked important.”
“It is,” Wallace said.
“It may be,” Koyu corrected. “But don’t get overly excited. It’s only a theory. And we need to test it with something rather important. One of Mask’s daggers. We believe Lillia is still in possession of one.”
Arwin blinked. “A dagger? Why? You’re planning to stab The Beast with one to drain his class away? Would that work?”
“Not exactly,” Wallace said. He paused for a moment. “Well, that’s actually pretty damn close to it. But we’re not using the guild’s dagger. If we did that, it could release all his magic at once. And Koyu said that if that happens… it could go kaboom.”
“How big?”
“Big,” Koyu said grimly. “Which is why we must create our own.”
Arwin didn’t respond to that immediately. He just stared at them.
“I know,” Wallace said. “Not exactly the kind of work we want to be doing. It’s evil, yada yada. You’re preaching to the choir, boy. Did you forget how I was when we first met? I’m more than aware of just how wretched the Guild Daggers are. But that Revenant needs to go, and we’re not ‘bout to go into mass production of the things. Koyu thinks there’s a way to put the Beast to rest peacefully. Not in some massive explosion or agonizing, torturous end. A proper one.”
“I’ll hear it out,” Arwin said slowly. “I trust both of you more than enough to know you aren’t stupid enough to try and start mirroring the Guild. I assume there’s a reason you’ve come to the conclusion that this is the best path forward. So maybe fill me in on what I’ve missed so I can contribute to the discussion?”
“A Revenant is formed through Soulmancy. It can only be unmade in a similar manner or by something that targets the magic binding the souls directly,” Koyu said, crossing his arms behind his back. “The magic will not wish to let itself end, so your brand of Soulmancy will not work. I will not permit you to turn to the other one.”
The other one being forcing another being to do my will? Yeah, I’ll be passing on that one as well.
“Right,” Arwin said. “I don’t have any desires to go down that path. I’m honestly not sure if I could do it, even if I wanted to. Not that I do.”
“Good,” Koyu said flatly. “You don’t. But that leaves only one option. Attacking the magic directly. The Guild Daggers do exactly this. But their current purpose is wrong. We don’t want to keep or steal the magic. We just need to release it. Slowly. The Beast is too old and powerful. Anything that instantly undid those bindings is far too liable to level the city.”
Arwin started to nod. “I see what you’re getting at. So you want to remake a dagger that can act more like a surgical instrument to cut away the magic imprisoning the souls instead of stealing it.”
“Already started testing out some stuff,” Wallace said, tapping the metal he’d been working on with a finger. Then he frowned. “But there’s only so much we can do without the dagger, and we’re not going for it unless you’re on board as well.”
“You made your point well,” Arwin said. “I’m not a fan of using this kind of thing, but at the end of the day, I can’t think of a better use of the Guild’s evil shit than using it for a good cause. We just have to make sure nobody steals the weapon when we’re done with it. The Beast is included in that. If we’ve got to do it over time, it means he keeps it, right?”
Wallace and Koyu exchanged a glance. It was clear they hadn’t quite considered that possibility.
“Yeah,” Wallace said. “That’s a good point. I don’t know what the Beast will do once he’s free. I mean, I highly doubt he’d go defecting back to the Guild, but…”
“We must consider the possibility.” A frown crossed over Koyu’s features. “That is frustrating.”
“Nah. It’s fine,” Arwin said. He raised his hands with a grin. “I’ll just work a failsafe into it. It’ll break as soon as it gets pulled out. Like a bee stinger or something. The Beast wants to be free, so he’ll never let that happen early. Should be a very doable fix.”
Koyu grinned. “Brilliant! Yes, that would work. The Revenant’s goal is most certainly to end himself. He would never give the chance up. Then all we must do is examine the Guild’s Dagger and determine how we can replicate it. I would prefer to speak directly with its maker, but that is likely not an option.”
Necrohammer. Even if I wanted to track him down, I don’t know where we’d start. And that might be too risky. The Guild was watching him. After that stunt he pulled at the Proving Grounds, he’s almost certainly on the run if he hasn’t already been caught.
Arwin’s lips thinned at that thought. The dwarf had done some terrible shit. But Arwin definitely didn’t want the Guild catching back up to him. The last thing they needed was them forcing him to make them even more daggers. It was best for everyone if Necrohammer stayed hidden.
He shook his head. “Forget him. I doubt we’ll be able to track him down one way or another. Between the four of us—”
“Four?” Wallace asked.
“The Infernal Armory,” Arwin replied, not missing a beat. “Between the four of us, we should definitely be able to find a way to replicate the parts of the dagger that draw out magic. It’s got to be some of the materials, right? Or do you think it’s some kind of enchantment?”
“A mixture?” Koyu suggested. “I don’t know. We will have to investigate in order to determine anything for certain. Wallace and I were just waiting for you to return so we could get started. That and the dagger. We’ll need it.”
“Well, let’s go get it,” Arwin said. “Rodrick should know where it is.”
***
As it turned out, Rodrick was keeping the dagger in the basement.
It made sense. There were few places that Arwin would want to steal from more than the one watched over by a demon tree. And, after quickly explaining what they were up to, the three smiths were able to easily retrieve the weapon and bring it back to the smithy.
That was the easy part.
The harder one was actually figuring out how to reverse the creation of the blade. All of its magic was concealed. The Mesh wasn’t telling them how it worked. Any enchantments the weapon may have had were hidden.
After setting it on a small pedestal that the Armory formed to safely hold the dangerous weapon, the three of them all gathered around it and stared in silence for several long minutes. Arwin could fell the Infernal Armory’s attention present as well, but didn’t form a physical body yet.
Perhaps that was for the best. Not one of them wanted to actually touch the blade any more than they had to. Just being in the presence of the dagger was a cold reminder. One cut was enough to completely steal their magic.
It was quite some time before anyone spoke.
“I don’t want to touch the damn thing,” Wallace muttered. “How are we meant to figure it out if we can’t even risk holding it?”
“We need a way to figure out what kind of magic it has,” Koyu said finally. “That’s our only option. I don’t want to risk destroying it to inspect the components only to find out the secret was in the magic. If we can’t see the dagger’s status, then we have no way to determine how to replicate it.”
“How?” Wallace asked. “The Guild aren’t stupid. A weapon like this isn’t one they can allow anyone to ever read the status of. It’s definitely heavily protected.”
Arwin’s lips pursed. He blew out a short breath. Then he set his jaw. “I think I have an idea.”
“Oh? What?” Wallace glanced to him. “You have a way to reveal its status with Forbidden Soulmancy or something?”
“No,” Arwin replied. “But I do have a way to directly communicate with magical objects.”
Koyu’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t mean—”
“I do. I can establish a mental connection between myself and a magical item. That’s the only way to know exactly what kind of magic this thing has,” Arwin said. “I’ll enter a vision and try to speak directly with the dagger.”
Comments
Ben Bass
TYFTC! Oh boy, that is going to be a very intense dream, although I did think he was going to eat it and replicate it based off of taste!
Raymond Whitehead
I do hope that one of the upgrades arwin makes is so that he can get details from eating the items after this but I guess the vision bit is more in line with how he wants to operate
Sitsume
For a second I thought he was going to say he needed to eat it. Lol thank you for the chapters. Very interesting conversational and brainstorming. Looking forward to the next one.
Aaron
I feel like the answer is for Arwin to use he Hungering Maw to make the dagger. And have it feed the magic to the mesh.
Newbie_101
By eating it!
Ty
I'm curious about the nature of the dagger. Is it evil or was it just used for evilness by others. Has it absorbed the evil intentions of those that have wielded it or does it suffer silently or otherwise have its' own intentions that have been ignored or overridden (much like how the liches used soulmancy). It seems akin to calling a gun evil by pointing out the intention of its' design and the results of its' usage when in reality it is a tool of inanimate matter used and directed by the will of another. Hmmmmmmmm maybe its like a pressure differential. Like how the vacuum of space seeks to equalize with the comparitively high pressure of a manned space craft and the astronaut only gets sucked out because of how rapidly and powerfully it tries to balance out (putting aside the fact that space is big and it has no chance and it just dilutes to essentially zero) like... what if the dagger is akin to a battery for magical energy with a very deep capacity and a very sharp 'pressure differential' that thankfully requires physical contact to initiate the siphoning effect. overloading it causes an explosion, but what if they used the dagger as a component nesting it in an even bigger variety like some sort of sword. or armor. or whatever. recontextualize it away from an antimagic/magic stealing 'evil' weapon (which is simply how it was used. evilly) into an item that simply has an incredibly deep storage capacity for magic. maybe it can be used in lieu of a dungeon heart to fuel an awakened guild headquarters and have wards that absorb magical assaults. [•••] My mind has spun off on tangents again. As always, so many possible directions this could go. How liberating! :D I'm excited to see what you do with this, Actus! TFTC!
