# Attacked Again (1)
Cain emerged from the {Draconic Blast Furnace} covered in soot and sweat, but grinning like a madman.
One thousand {Stellar Razors}. All forged. All perfect. Each one stored in his inventory, ready to be deployed at a moment's notice.
The spell evolution framework was complete in his mind—the spatial coordinates mapped out, the mana flow patterns optimized, the targeting algorithms refined. {Falling Stars of Orion} was no longer just a spell. It was a statement.
He'd also managed to forge several dozen other weapons for his allies. Swords for the Lightslayers, spears for the Pilgrims, a particularly vicious war axe for one of Akvi's Beastmen who'd specifically requested something that could "split a mountain."
All in all, a productive few weeks inside the furnace's time dilation.
But the moment he stepped outside, he knew something was wrong.
