Hey, Mental Attrition? Go Find Dick's Second Uncle

Hey, Mental Attrition? Go Find Dick's Second Uncle to Talk You Through It

"So, your power affinity is 'Light and Shadow'? Could you describe it in detail? If you need a weapon that fits your hand, I'll have to tailor it specifically for you."

In the marquis's hall of the House of the Chosen, the ever-diligent Runeforge Heirmir held a craftsman's notebook and asked in detail, "The rune sword left behind by the Primus is a perfect foundation. It has nearly limitless potential. It was shaped using the techniques of the First Ones, so in theory, adapting it to other primordial forces should be no problem."

"But I already have weapons that suit me. I simply didn't bring them here."

Diakum said somewhat awkwardly, "I only need a temporary weapon. To be honest, my body has not died yet. It is merely in the midst of merging powers and being reborn. You asked me to describe the nature of my power, but I can't predict what sort of power I'll possess in the future.

"I also have no intention of taking this rune sword away.

"Since it is a creation of the Primus, it should remain in Maldraxxus eventually. You can think of this as a loan.

"So just make it according to Maldraxxus's standards and grant me the right to borrow it."

"Oh, what a peculiar request."

The Runeforge clicked her tongue in wonder. "You must have seen countless divine weapons and treasures to be so dismissive of the Primus's creation. I see no desire to possess power in your eyes at all. That fully proves that you are very satisfied with the weapon you already have.

"Among us craftsmen, we would say that you and your weapon understand each other perfectly and share a deep bond. If I