Deep within the heart of the basalt cathedral, the combined power of abyssal shadow and solar dissolution erupted into blinding violet flames.

On the anvil forged from meteoritic iron, I struck the glowing alloy sixty thousand times. Each strike of the hammer wove an ancient transmutation circle into the blade's molecular structure.

When the quenching oil sizzled, the blade did not reflect any ambient light. It drank every photon within three paces, casting an aura of absolute eclipse.

The Eclipse Blade was born. With this weapon and the boundless knowledge of the Abyss, the empire of Solaris would soon learn that exiling their greatest alchemist was the gravest mistake in their thousand-year history.