We fell back into rhythm after the break without needing to reestablish it.
Yuluyu's four mechanical arms tracked pace and sequence while I handled real-time monitoring through Magic Savant, feeding Thaumanthus the calculation load during the critical integration phases where a single second of bad temperature management could cascade into the entire assembly losing structural coherence.
The war axe framework grew across days the way complex things do—not in dramatic bursts, but in the quiet accumulation of decisions that either held together or didn't.
By the time the final engraving phase arrived, we had stopped operating like two smiths and started operating like one smith with too many hands.
When the last Void Rune circuit sealed itself into the axe head and Yuluyu lifted the completed weapon from the finishing station, the Gallant Hearth went quiet as if a sponge had been soaking all the intensity within it.
"It's finished…!"
