Chapter 103: Tvastar’s Forge
The forge of the divine blacksmith of Hindu mythology—Tvastar’s Forge. Dasha did not miss the misspelling of Tvashtr.
Finally, Dasha was here. Finally, it was time to craft the object he had been building towards since the inception of the Heavenly Games.
Beside him were his assistants: Xavier and Grace. A man of dark mysteries and a woman of sunflowers.
At ground level, the forge’s immense entrance loomed like an ancient gateway. The open sides depicted scenes of legendary craftsmen forging mighty weapons and celestial beings imbuing enchantments. Massive double doors, weathered by time and marked by the symbolism of countless creations, stood ajar, welcoming craftsmen and visitors alike into the heart of creation.
Players bustled in and out, carrying raw materials—glowing ingots of molten metal, sparkling gemstones, and rare ores—while others transported crafted goods: swords that gleamed like starlight, ornate armour adorned with sigils of power, and enchanted artifacts pulsating with latent magic.
Through the entrance, a factory thrust itself upon him. The legendary Golden Maidens, the Kourai Khryseai, were a foot taller than him and marched everywhere. Helping, assisting, and guiding players. Hundreds upon hundreds of forges were set on the left and right sides. No physical material worked as a ceiling. Instead, a warped layer of red magic protected them from above.
The walk was long and rushed. A Templar bumped Grace on the shoulder and nearly caused her to drop her briefcase. Two paths emerged to the east and west, to parts of the factory offering alternate services. However, that wasn’t their focus and they kept going. In half an hour, a platform came into view. A male sat in the chair, snoring away.
"Told you," Grace said. "He says he’s supervising but he’s napping."
Dasha didn’t dignify her with a response. Nobody seemed to disturb him yet he marched onto the platform and changed that.
Two of the tall Golden Maidens were by his side. Their legs stalking the male god protectively, their voices synchonized and robotic, they asked, "What is to you want?"
"To speak to Hephaestus," Dasha replied. "I have an S-class item for him to forge."