Birthdays (Part 1)

"What do you think, Solus?" Lith asked.

"That for a ring that required simple ingredients and a single pseudo core it took a lot of effort making it. A Skinwalker armor uses four pseudo cores at once and if they all grow up to 120% your maximum magical power, it will take 480% of your output to make just one.

"The runes we have currently available are not up to the task. Any attempt to craft a masterpiece is doomed to fail." She said.

"Hey, being a pessimist is my thing. You should be the one looking at the bright side. I mean, we wasted no purified Orichalcum and can make more rings." Lith replied.

"I'm sorry. It's just that even if you can't notice it, under my golden glow I'm green with envy." Solus was gripping her own hammer as hard as she could in frustration.

She was staring at the ring without floating around as usual. Her head was low and her shoulders slouched, making her look even smaller than she was.