1293. Remnants of past Works

After his business at the Tailor Workshop, Seth returned to the smithies and gave Hoen, Wedan, and Neill a little heads-up about Neeco, who might come by soon, to request the stuff for Dowloon's outfit. Following that, Seth finally got to his own workshop to continue working on his new assistant.

The other day Seth had finished infusion of the soul and forging of the various parts, creating a blank frame. Now Seth had to engrave it with the various arcane circuits would would allow these parts to move with the injection and guidance of mana.

Although Faer had human muscles and technically didn't need these to move, these circuits not only granted them superhuman strength, but also made up that metal bones were several times heavier than ordinary human ones.

Seated at the enchantment table, Seth began engraving the various circuits using a fresh set of engraving tools he had fashioned from a small portion of the . He had needed them to improve his work and speed on the Horsemen.

As a tool created to work on durable legendary materials, his engraving tool easily cut through the much softer . With his work proceeding as if he were carving butter, he made great progress in a matter of hours.

The blacksmith's speed only slowed when he reached the complicated structures like the hands, feet and to an extend the spine. Although Seth didn't like it, he already had quite some experience recreating human physiology from metal, most famously Evee's fore arm and Jonah's lower leg.

But those were only sculptural work The two were strong players, Evee even a part-time undead, they didn't need an assistance through circuits. On the other hands, he had done it for the frames of the Faer a few time, before leaving it to the golem forge, however, this was different from that too.

The feet were not as important, but the blacksmith intended to allow these hands to move with extremely high dexterity. These had to become the hands of a clocksmith or a surgeon, not wield a weapon.

Taking a note by studying Sivri's hands, Seth had to meticulously plan many circuits that could not only replicate the minute movements of hands but also fit onto the "bones" for the hands without interfering with each other. It needed all kinds of high-grade enchantments that would allow for the natural dexterity and movement of a human hand and they all needed to work together.

He actually downgraded to a set of engraving tools made with epic , because he feared that he might make a mistake with how easily the cut into the material. Using during the engraving was what allowed him to cover the pieces in almost microscopic engravings without the use of a magnifying tool.

Sweat was pouring from his forehead by the time he finally finished the parts for hands and feet, which were almost exact replicas of human bones. The rest of the frame was kept more simple. Putting aside the finished frame, Seth stood up to stretch his cramping muscles.

"Are you alright?" Sivri asked, seeing him stand up from the engraving table after almost 4 hours of constant work. She had been slightly worried about him, ever since watching his slog to finish the horsemen in preparation for the war.

"Thanks for worrying, Sivri, but I'm okay, " Seth said with a calm smile. This was nothing compared to the stress he went through to finish the system quest. This was actually kind of fun, since it was his own ambition driving him to work. It was more fun to work on a project he chose himself.

"I'm already finished. I just need to assemble it, and then we can start the concert. Are you ready, Oz?" Seth asked the demonic lyre leaning against the wall of the workshop. Although Seth had the Devil's Wheelfiddle, he couldn't use that for anything but battle. It was the drawback of its terrifying power.

~Whenever you are. I'm looking forward to how they will look this time,~ the demon ego of the lyre answered telepathically. Over the past, when they created the Faer, Oz had taken a great interest in observing how the various different souls reacted to their song.

Assembling the frame didn't even take the blacksmith half an hour. Posing it in an upright, standing position, he placed it at the center of the golem formation carved into the floor of the dedicated room of the workshop.

Loosening his joints, Seth grabbed the demon lyre and got ready to play. His fingers wandered across the lyre as his voice filled the workshop, singing the old familiar song to awaken the desires of the soul inside the frame and use it as a blueprint for the golem formation.

Depending on the ego and how much remained of the original person from when they were alive, the length of this process differed. But something unexpected happened right from the start. Usually, disregarding the time, the frame would started growing muscle, flesh and sinew, becoming a person that at least resembled who they used to be when alive.

However, the moment the first words left his lips, the golem circuit on the ground that would usually glow dimly from the flow of mana lit up bright. Moments later, wind blew through the room, kicking open the door to the workshop.

The frame that would usually stay silent until the process finished moved. With an intelligent light glowing in the hollow eye sockets, it looked up at the bard. As the blacksmith's song proceeded, strengthening the go and desires of the soul, the intricate hand bones began twitching, forming arcane hand signs.

Seth was shocked but also intrigued by what was happening. Although it was something completely unexpected and he didn't dare to stop the music. Nothing bad was happening, so he completely leaned into it, increasing the fervor of his music as a storm started raging in the workshop outside.

"Seth, what is going on?!" Sivri exclaimed, her voice slightly disconcerted by the sudden happenings interrupting her work. Even if the bard wanted to answer, he was in the middle of a performance. What did she expect him to say?

The storm seemed random at first, like a side effect of the ritual, but it was actually an organized spell, an extension of the golem formation, as Seth quickly found out when he saw what happened next.

Streams of wind didn't just blow around, creating chaos, but they were flow in cycles. At first they brought in imperceptible clouds of dust, but the bard noticed when more materials were brought back by the gales and current.

Metal dust, tiny leftovers from metalworking and jewelry, small gems, and cut stones. As the winds grew stronger, what they brought back was bigger and all of it was sucked into the golem formation. Seth had gotten so used to the expectation of a human soul creating a human body that he forgot-

The golem formation didn't differentiate between materials.

He couldn't explain why all of this happened, but he understood how it happened, as he watched the materials collected cling to the frame. The golem formation didn't generate a body of flesh and blood, as it combined the bits and pieces it was able to gain hold of in the workshop.

With a mischievous glint, Seth decided to drop some stuff from his inventory on the side, to see if the formation would take to it. He didn't have a lot, as he had emptied his inventory before the vacation, but he dropped a few more bars of , elemental gems he had bought at Erika's shop to play around with the various blueprints he saw and purchased there.

Slowly, but forcefully, the materials he dropped were also sucked into the formation, as his view of the frame quickly grew hazy from the swathes of dust and material that were quickly rotating in the raging tornado surrounding it.

Still, not for a moment, he broke his singing or playing, waiting for the winds to calm and see what the heck was going on here. The storms in the workshop soon calmed, as if it had found all it needed, but they kept going, forming a cocoon around the formation that blocked his view.

This was the first time this had ever happened and Seth should have felt worried or even panic, but he was too enraptured and intrigued by the weird process in front of him. he was only focused on the music, looking forward to the result of this mayhem.

It took another ten minutes of song and play before the cocoon finally started thinning out and finally cleared up, revealing the final result