A month later, the Loki Familia returned from the Dungeon.
The people of the city warmly welcomed the returning Loki Familia.
At the Loki Familia's headquarters, Twilight Manor.
The emptiness before its doors from a few days ago had been completely swept away, restoring its usual lively atmosphere.
Just as the entire Familia was decorating the rooms and preparing to celebrate the members' safe return.
Liber once again arrived at the Goibniu Familia's workshop.
Passing the craftsmen, who were as busily at work as before, he approached Goibniu's door with an uneasy heart.
After he knocked, the old man's steady voice came from within.
"Come in."
At that, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, where a complete mess greeted his eyes.
The forging room was filled with a heavy metallic scent. Hammers and tongs lay scattered beside the furnace, while the god stood there with his beard in disarray and his sleeves covered in black particles.
He held a longsword in his hand, examining it carefully with a slight frown, though he nodded in approval from time to time.
The messiness of the room and the craftsman's disheveled state were fully reflected in the lines between his brows.
Various metals were piled beside the furnace, and the floor was covered in a layer of black granules, like ash and dust left behind after burning.
He smiled in satisfaction, gently set the longsword aside, then turned his gaze toward Liber as he entered, his eyes following Liber's movements.
The only movement in the quiet room came from the flickering flames. Heat, stillness, and a sense of burning urgency washed over him.
Taking in the sight of the room, Liber's nervousness eased instead.
"Come here!"
Goibniu strode over, grabbed Liber by the wrist, and pulled him before the longsword resting