Mixing the old gauntlets with the remaining silk fiber took Kael little than less than half an hour before he managed to create a chain that was about four feet long.
He worked fast, but not sloppy. The old gauntlet had to be broken down without wasting the parts that still mattered, and the silk had to be woven into it in a way that would actually carry energy instead of just looking clever on paper.
Kael's hands moved with that familiar rhythm again, the one that came when he stopped thinking about fear and started thinking about function. Brokk's hammer did the heavy cheating, but cheating still required intent. Each strike shaped a ring, each ring was corrected, smoothed, tightened, then linked.
When the chain finally took form, it didn't clatter like junk. It settled on the table with a dull, confident weight.
