The forge burned brighter than ever.
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Lira stood in the center, her new gauntlets from dwarven steel on her fists, still glowing faintly with residual purple energy.
Kael and Prince Eldarin watched as she frowned at a pile of gleaming, silvery ingots.
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"…What's this?" Eldarin asked.
"…Mythril," a master dwarf replied, bowing slightly.
"Light as a feather, strong as a mountain. Rare, almost legendary. Few have ever forged it successfully."
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Lira tilted her head.
"…Stronger than my fists?"
The dwarf nodded.
"…Much stronger… but tricky. Requires patience, precision… and control."
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Lira's eyes narrowed.
"…Good. Let's do this."
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Kael groaned.
"…I have a bad feeling about this," he muttered.
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Prince Eldarin puffed up proudly.
"I shall assist her!"
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The dwarves exchanged worried looks.
"…We've never forged Mythril at this scale for… her…" one muttered.
"…And we probably never will again," another added.
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Lira began hammering.
The ingot shone, sparks flying with each blow.
Her fists glowed purple, energy emanating into the metal.
The Mythril bent, but refused to break.
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Hours passed.
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Smoke, sparks, and molten metal filled the air.
Every strike sent vibrations through the forge, shaking the walls.
The master smiths held their breath.
Even Kael winced at each hit, bracing himself against invisible shockwaves.
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Finally, the gauntlets began to take shape.
Smooth curves, dense layers, perfectly molded to Lira's massive strength.
The metal glimmered like liquid silver, humming faintly.
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Lira flexed her fingers inside the gauntlets.
Purple energy rippled along the Mythril surface, binding the material to her power.
"…Good," she said, smiling.
"…Stronger. Fun."
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Kael shook his head, exhausted.
"…She's going to break everything she touches now…"
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Prince Eldarin's chest puffed proudly.
"…I helped…"
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The Dwarven King, standing at the edge of the forge, simply nodded.
"…A weapon worthy of a force beyond reckoning."
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Lira raised her fists.
The Mythril glowed faintly, responding to her own purple energy.
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"…Let's go test them," she said.
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And the Dwarven Kingdom held its breath, knowing that whatever came next, nothing would survive the girl who could now punch with the force of a legend—reinforced by the rarest metal in existence.
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To Be Continued…