Since the priest had given them soulglass lilies, the plant that symbolized their Goddess, there was probably a very good reason for it.
Still, that did make him wonder what the Goddess of wisdom had to represent her power.
The Goddess of Order had a tree that grew from her power and symbolized her order within the world. The Goddess of Soul had the soulglass lily whose petal would turn to dust upon death with the warm gold color floating upwards and disappearing shortly after like a soul returning to the Goddess.
Surely the Goddess of Wisdom would have something similar.
Before he could think further, Archivist Quillfeather returned to the forge.
"The Archivist Tower will deliver the highest purity concordite we have within two hours. Is that long enough for us to melt the spear?" He reported.
Forge Master Bron glanced at the spear again wondering how many hours it would take them to melt down such a durable hunk of metal.
"That's plenty of time. I don't think we'll be finished smelting this spear before dark."
They started arranging the wood as they waited for the flame. Before long the butler returned carrying a lantern that looked like it was made from old bronze.
Both Bron and Smith spun around to examine the lantern.
"Is this celestial bronze? What a rare metal."
The butler glanced at them acting like children and said, "It can't be helped. Anything this powerful has to be contained by an equally strong material. So, despite the extreme rarity of celestial bronze it has been used in all of the storage devices for the sunflame."
After they were satisfied from examining the bronze lantern, they finished arranging the wood and set the lilies off to one side. They weren't sure why they needed them yet but chose to keep them close by anyways.
Then they began the work of making an artifact.
Bron used a tiny piece of the sunflame to start the forge while Smith manned the bellows. Chronos was the only one that could safely pick up the spear right now, so it fell on him to destroy the miasma.
[Void Ice]
Carefully controlling the ice, he directed it towards the miasma and did his best to prevent it from melting in the flames.
Just as the ice touched the miasma, freezing a tiny portion of it in place the miasma reacted as though it was alive.
It lashed out with tendrils of darkness that Chronos rapidly blocked with an [Isolate]. Worried about the other Chronos glanced around the room.
Bron saw them coming and calmly picked up a part of the flames from burning lawcrown wood using them to snuff out the miasma before it could harm him.
Archivist Quillfeather cast a spell, and the miasma found itself suddenly going the wrong way as it dove back into the fire.
But Smith had the easiest time dealing with the miasma. He caught the tendril of darkness with his bare hands, tore it off and stuffed it into the bellows where he began using it to feed the fire.
Smith looked up at Chronos gawking at him.
"What? Is this the first time you've worked with a troublesome material?" he laughed.
Seeing his shocked expression Bron spoke up next, "If you work in crafting long enough, you'll find that most people don't understand what can and what cannot be used as a material. Rather than argue with every halfwit that comes along any skilled craftsmen will find a way to use what is brought to them and let the halfwit handle the side effects."
That made a lot of sense.
...Hm, hold on didn't that make him the halfwit?
Looking at their smirking expressions Chronos realized he was the halfwit in this situation.
"You know if you didn't want to work with me on this, I could have destroyed it before we began. I was only pitching ideas to see if it was possible." He grumbled at them while freezing another section of the miasma.
"Hahaha, it's because it's possible that we want to see the end result." Bron laughed.
"If there was too much danger involved or it wasn't possible we fully intended to stop you." Archivist Quillfeather responded.
"Coming up with new and strange ideas is the job of the young. Old geezers like me have the responsibility to help you succeed." Smith stated but it was clear he wanted this to succeed just as much as the rest of them.
Chronos focused as the others joked about the work.
Using [Void Ice] Chronos slowly cut away pieces of the miasma letting them fall into the flames below and be destroyed.
Several times he had to create an [Isolate] barrier at the bottom of the chimney and force the miasma down into the flames when it tried to escape up the chimney. Which flooded the room with smoke, but the others cast various types of purification magic and cleared out the smoke before it could become a problem.
And twice it managed to latch onto Chronos but failed to injure him. Each time he felt it affecting his mind but the random weapon images he let fly around his mind shredded any influence from the miasma.
He really would have to thank old man Tobias for teaching him the Memory Implanting Enchanting method. It was saving his life right now.
Finally, an hour and a half later the last of the miasma was frozen and dropped into the flames below.
Holding up the remnants of the spear he saw large pits and missing sections covering most of the weapon with only a small part of it being usable. Luckily there were still fragments holding all of the pieces together making it easier to work with.
Seeing him finish his work Bron stepped forward.
"Alright, hand that to me and take over Smith's job. I'll handle the smelting and mixing for the new alloy."
Chronos nodded as he traded places with Smith who was now handling the sunflame. Chronos wasn't anywhere close to being skilled enough to handle such a dangerous flame.
Having the opportunity to look at what he'd done he noticed several cracks and fractures within the forge's walls from his struggle with the miasma.
Archivist Quillfeather was flying left and right around the forge casting spells to fix it while also reinforcing it in any way he could.
Seeing the three of them work Chronos realized that if any one of them was missing they would never be able to complete his new spear.
Pushing the idle thoughts out of his mind Chronos focused on making sure that the bellows were worked whenever the forge needed it.
As he pumped the bellows, he couldn't stop an eager grin from crossing his face. He was looking forward to having his main weapon back and to find out what it could do.