The forge roared to life and the ground vibrated under their feet.
The smooth black metal frame shifted and unfolded like a machine waking up.
Steam burst from vents along its surface as it expelled excess heat.
Elvira stepped closer and stared at it.
The whole structure glowed with a faint light.
Blue lines ran across the metal like circuits, forming moving patterns that made the forge look almost alive.
At the center, a crucible floated in the air.
It was deep and obsidian black.
Its edges were smooth but kept changing, growing or shrinking as if it already knew what materials it would take in.
Red flames burned in silence beneath it.
The fire did not flicker or spread.
It stayed in place, controlled and steady, like it was following the forge's will.
Above the forge, a projection screen appeared and hovered in the air.
Glowing runes moved across its surface.
It showed temperature values, material compositions, and crafting progress, all updating in real time.
