The {Draconic Blast Furnace} became Cain's entire world for the next few weeks.
Time inside the furnace's dilated workspace moved differently. Days stretched into what felt like months, each hour filled with the rhythmic sounds of hammer against anvil, the roar of dragon-breath flames, and the steady hum of mana flowing through metal.
Cain had refined his process down to an art form.
Each {Stellar Razor} required precise steps that couldn't be rushed. First, the smelting—heating the Chaos Ether ore and Arcane Steel to that narrow temperature window where they'd accept each other's presence. Then the layering, building up the laminated structure with thin sheets of each material, the green-lustered stone ground into powder and mixed into the binding catalyst.
