[The Forge]

Renault carefully takes out a large pinkish crystal. "Let's do this one at a time. Less for me to focus on." The desert elf takes a deep breath and his eyes take on golden colored flecks in his blue irises. He offers the crystal to Arkangel to begin the forging process.

As the crystal is placed in the fire, the runes begin to glow gold. There's a golden inner light to the crystal as well. Soon the crystal glows white hot, ready to be shaped with hammer and tongs. Renault began chanting, watching the crystal with great intensity. When the first hammer blow is struck, the elf winces, but his chant does not falter. With each strike the runes flash brighter. Renault was sweating now. Slowly, though, the pink crystal was becoming denser taking on a silvery white sheen. The crystal was becoming metal, and the flashes of mana grew less intense. Through a few reheatings and many more strikes, the crystal has become a small block of Crysteel.

Renault, breathing heavily, but grinning, says "We did it."