The moment Mavis entered her workshop, she sprang into action.
Her black leather apron went on first. Then her tools were laid out in precise order. The furnace was stoked until the flames roared with hungry intensity.
Luca, meanwhile, had opened a portal and stepped through. He returned a few minutes later, and from a second portal, several heavy objects dropped onto the ground with resounding thuds.
Mavis stared.
"What...what is all this?"
Luca picked up a massive anvil, one that should have been impossible to lift with one hand and placed it beside the furnace.
"My anvil. I brought some other tools as well." He smirked. "I don't need a power hammer like you do. All I need is a clamp, a hammer, an anvil, and a good flame. That's more than enough to make the most powerful armor in existence."
Mavis clicked her tongue, annoyed by his casual display of strength.
But then she noticed something else. A pile of metal blocks and rods that Luca had brought through the portal.
