Chapter 104: Járngreipr
Eight ingots of eitr-forged iron. That was to create the foundation of the gauntlets, according to Dasha. Hephaestus meticulously placed the eitr-forged iron into a series of interlocking plates. Four ingots for each gauntlet.
The Great Forge, a marvel of divine craftsmanship. At the heart of the forge stands the Anvil of Stars, an immense slab of eitr-forged iron infused with celestial energies. It radiates a faint luminescence, with ancient runes etched along its surface, shimmering like constellations in the night sky.
That was where it began. Together, Hephaestus and Tvashtr began to slam down at it with their tools: Hephaestus’ hammer and Tvashtr’s axe.
There was no melting eitr-forged iron. There was no forging or melting, the latter being impossible with metals of this magnitude.
The gods needed to use their hammers to commune. They must convince the soul of the ingots to bow down to them—to surrender to their will and intentions. The amplification of magic was immense, hotter than any volcano on Earth and would take a long period of time. Dasha instructed Grace and Xavier to do him a favour. The process of forging Járngreipr would take two weeks—or one week given the skill of the divine blacksmiths. While he stayed, they would do his bidding.
Day one was spent hammering.
Hammer.
Axe.
Hammer.
Axe.
Clang! Clang! Clang!