Elenor's central square erupted in commotion.
A man appeared without warning—
dragging a colossal anvil across the stone like it weighed nothing.
He stopped in the middle of the plaza.
Smiled.
Then slammed the anvil down.
BOOOOM.
The ground didn't just crack.
It accepted him as part of it.
This was Honas.
A celebrity blacksmith.
Known across Levincia as the man who could "forge meaning into war itself."
Without saying another word—
he pulled out two unknown materials.
One black like collapsed stars.
One white like compressed lightning.
He struck them together.
Once.
Twice.
The air screamed.
Metal didn't form.
A weapon did.
A knight's blade—beautiful, unstable, and overflowing with divine intent.
"…Valiant Knight Class Weapon: Brunhilde."
The crowd went silent.
Then Honas looked around.
"…Bring me the materials."
Sophia stepped forward first.
Her body still bore burns and scars from earlier battles.
She placed her materials down without hesitation.
Jessa followed, laughing as always.
"…Don't break my stuff, celebrity guy."
Sylviana gently placed hers down.
Her tone calm.
"…Do your worst."
Then—
Jhonathan stepped forward.
Honas looked up.
Saw him.
Immediately—
he backed away slightly.
"…WHY IS HE LIKE THAT?!"
He pointed at Jhonathan like he had just seen a natural disaster.
Jhonathan blinked.
"…Huh?"
"HE'S HALF MY SIZE BUT FEELS LIKE A FINAL BOSS—"
Jessa laughed loudly.
Sophia facepalmed, her scarred hand hitting her face.
Sylviana sighed.
"…He is harmless."
Honas trembled.
"…NO HE IS NOT."
Still—
he worked.
He forged.
Not just weapons.
But extensions of identity.
Brunhilde formed into multiple shapes.
Each one tailored.
Sophia's became a precise execution blade.
Jessa's turned unstable and flexible like chaos itself.
Sylviana's became elegant and silent like wind.
And Jhonathan—
Honas paused.
"…This one…"
He forged a massive blade.
Far larger than the others.
Heavy.
Ancient-looking.
"…Brunhilde: Titan Variant."
Jhonathan held it.
The ground beneath him cracked slightly.
He nodded once.
"…Good."
Far away—
at the shoreline of Levincia—
the ocean turned black.
Massive shapes emerged.
Homunculus units.
Countless.
Perfectly engineered war bodies.
And at their front—
Goja.
Mica and Desiree stood already waiting.
The battlefield had officially opened.
The forge had ended.
And the war had arrived.