What thrilled Northern most—the real reason he'd tested the ability with sand—was how devastatingly effective it would prove against minerals.
Sure, it would be invaluable for Alchemy. But Northern's passion burned elsewhere. Forgery fascinated him far more; this power could birth paradoxical weapons!
A sword both rigid and flexible, yet sacrificing none of its edge. Impossible constructs made possible through precise naming.
Then there were materials. If he studied monsters and replicated their forms—thanks to Demon's Eyes' understanding—couldn't he rename ordinary stone to carry a monster's properties? Then forge weapons imbued with those very traits.
Wouldn't that hack the entire system of Item creation?
Northern's eyes blazed. His grin stretched wider, uncontrollable. His heart hammered with the thrill of experimentation, of forging weapons that defied natural law.
'Damn. Never knew I had this much fire for forgery. Look at me—giddy as a kid.'
