"Huff! Time to craft the last one!" Adam exhaled before getting to work on his last creation for the day.
Where Lux's wand was a creation of warmth and radiance, Blake's was an instrument of darkness.
Adam turned to the piece of Nightshade Ebony, its blackness almost unsettling under the forge light. He ran his thumb along the grain and felt the faint pulse of dormant shadow energy. "This one's a bit wild," he muttered. "Needs taming."
He began shaping it with heavier tools than before, chipping away excess with a dwarf-made gouge before refining it with the same razor-thin knife. His movements were slower now, deliberate, as though the wood resisted being shaped. The air seemed cooler, the forge's light dimmer — an illusion, perhaps, or the wood's natural aura asserting itself.
The wand took shape in a straighter form than Lux's, with sharp, angular ridges running along its length instead of smooth spirals. Adam carved a small groove at the base, a space for the Voidglass core.
