As he worked the anvil, Greg's prosthetic arm moved with complete confidence. Not only did the hammer-shaped metal or channel magic, but every strike changed something fundamental in reality itself.
The First Forge reacted to him in ways it hadn't reacted to anyone in thousands of years. It wasn't because Greg was powerful; it was because he was real.
Every loss he'd dealt with, every person he'd saved, every piece of furniture he'd made with conviction, every weapon he'd refused to make, and every time he'd chosen to stand up when logic said to run away.
All of his experiences combined to create what he was forging.
The shape that was coming out of the anvil was a small, perfectly round sphere that could fit in two hands. It wasn't a weapon, a shield, or even a tool in the usual sense.
The materials used to build it were completely different from what is normally used.
