'Dark' had fallen from 'Yao' and encompassed domains such as depravity, darkness, and corruption.
Curses leaning toward the domain of 'Dark' were perfectly normal.
After giving it some thought, Aaron took out his tools and prepared to craft a mystical item.
As a 'Forge-Maker,' not only had his speed of absorbing Yao spirituality greatly increased, but during the forging process, he could also gain a deeper understanding of the meaning behind Yao's creations.
He could even draw pure Yao spirituality from certain materials while forging them.
Aaron called this "skimming a little off the top." If other Craftsmen found out, they would be green with envy.
After all, forging was already exhausting work for those Craftsmen, let alone gaining the benefit of pure spirituality from it.
'With every mystical item forged, a Forge-Maker becomes a little stronger... until the end of the Third Primordial.'
'What has always held me back was never the accumulation of spirituality or the hidden danger of madness...'
With a sigh, Aaron placed several obsidian-like crystals into a mortar. After grinding them to powder, he scattered the specks over the withered claw.
According to his spiritual intuition, this was the best way to melt the material!
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The pitch-black powder fell upon the dried palm and immediately burrowed into its torn wounds, producing filth like muddy sludge that gradually spread across the entire hand.
At the same time, large amounts of white smoke billowed out. Within the sludge's embrace, the flesh and bones of the hand began to dissolve, leaving behind only some pure substance.
"Next... I'll forge the dagger that will serve as the vessel, then use a ritual to drive the spirituality into merging with it..."
Muttering to himself, Aaron took out an iron block, melted it directly with pure white flames, and