Sanctuary: Safe Haven-Chapter 383: Tenebris

Inside the sanctuary, life thrived as the various races, guardians, and warriors continued to expand their influence and knowledge.

In the heart of Mountain Metal, the dwarves were engrossed in a project that was both new and exciting for them. Since the introduction of elementals into the sanctuary, many had wondered whether these beings, composed of pure elements, could contribute to the dwarves’ expertise in weapon creation. The elementals, with their affinity to control the forces of nature, offered possibilities that had never been explored before.

Bronin, the vice-lead blacksmith of the dwarves, stood over a forge with several elementals—each representing different elements—observing his every move. The air was thick with heat and tension as the dwarves hammered away at the anvil, attempting to imbue a sword with elemental properties. The room was filled with the sound of clanging metal, bursts of steam, and the soft crackle of magic-infused energy as they tried to integrate elemental power into the weapons.

Trial after trial had resulted in little to no success. Most materials could not handle the sheer force of the elemental power, melting or shattering under the strain. The elementals themselves were patient, lending their power and essence to the experiments as they communed with the metals, but even they grew wary with each failure.

"This isn’t working," Bronin grumbled, wiping the sweat from his brow. "The metals we use for standard weapons just can’t handle the power of the elements. The closest we’ve come is using them for wands or magical staffs—but swords? This is uncharted territory."

One of the elementals, a creature composed of swirling wind and shifting light, spoke softly, "Perhaps, it is not the metal itself, but the connection you seek to forge between the weapon and the element. We do not need to overpower it, but rather, merge with it."

Bronin paused, considering the advice. The dwarves had been treating the process as though they were forcing the elements into the metal, when perhaps they needed to allow the metal to adapt. He turned to a rare piece of windsteel, a lightweight and rare metal known for its strange ability to resonate with air.

"Let’s try this," Bronin murmured, his voice filled with renewed determination. Experience new tales on novelbuddy

The elementals channeled their wind-based power into the windsteel as Bronin hammered it into shape. Slowly, the blade began to take form. The wind elemental’s power flowed into the sword, not overpowering it, but merging with the very essence of the metal. The atmosphere changed in the forge—the wind around them began to swirl, a light breeze filling the room as the sword began to hum softly, vibrating with energy.

After hours of delicate work, the sword was finally complete. Bronin held it up, and the wind surrounding the sword seemed to bend to its will. It was light, almost weightless, and when Bronin tested it by casting a small wind spell, the sword responded instantly, amplifying the spell tenfold.

"We’ve done it," Bronin said, his voice filled with awe. "A sword with an affinity for wind. This… this is unlike anything we’ve created before."

The dwarves cheered, and the elementals nodded in approval. This was only the beginning—if they could replicate this process, they could create an entire line of weapons with elemental affinities. The possibilities were endless.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere in the sanctuary, the demon summoning process continued. It had become a regular event, with most of the shock troops and sanctuary warriors already bonded with their demons. However, on this particular day, something extraordinary was about to unfold.

A young sanctuary warrior named Mira stood before the summoning circle. She had been practicing for weeks, expecting to summon a shadow beast to accompany her in battle. The atmosphere in the summoning area was charged with anticipation. Zephyros, one of the sanctuary guardians and an expert in shadow magic, stood watch, observing the summoning process with interest.

As Mira began the ritual, the summoning circle flared to life. A dark mist began to swirl within the circle, growing thicker and more intense with each passing moment. The ground trembled slightly, and an overwhelming presence filled the air.

From the mist emerged a demon beast unlike any other. It was massive—easily the size of a car, its sleek black fur rippling like shadows in the wind. Tendrils of darkness seemed to coil and writhe around its body as if they were alive. Its red eyes glowed with an eerie intensity, and as it stepped forward, the ground beneath it seemed to darken, as though the shadows were drawn to its very presence. This was no ordinary shadow beast—this was an Umbrafang.

Zephyros, who had seen countless demon summonings in his time, narrowed his eyes in curiosity. The aura emanating from the creature was far more powerful than anything typically summoned by the warriors. Even he, with his deep connection to shadow magic, felt a slight tug of familiarity with the beast.

The crowd of warriors and guardians stood in stunned silence, their eyes locked on the Umbrafang. Then, something even more shocking happened—the demon beast approached Mira, its massive form lowering slightly as it locked eyes with her.

"Master," the Umbrafang spoke, its voice deep and resonant, echoing through the air.

The crowd gasped in unison. Brasis, the summoning overseer, stepped forward, his eyes wide with disbelief. Thousands of summonings had been done in the sanctuary, but none of the summoned demon beasts had ever spoken before. Yet here stood a powerful, sentient demon beast, speaking directly to its summoner.

Mira, equally surprised but filled with curiosity, looked up at the towering creature before her. "You’re not like the other demon beasts I’ve seen. What’s your name?"

The Umbrafang bowed its head respectfully. "I do not have a name, Master. I am known as an Umbrafang—one who does not fear the shadows, but rather, the one who makes the shadows fear me."

Mira’s eyes lit up with awe at the creature’s response. This was no ordinary demon—this was something far greater. She smiled softly, her mind racing as she tried to think of a name fitting for such a creature.

"I’ll call you Tenebris, then," Mira said, her voice filled with determination. "It means shadow in an ancient tongue. You will be my companion, and together, we’ll master the darkness."

Tenebris bowed once more, accepting the name. "I am honored, Master Mira."

From that day forward, Tenebris became Mira’s loyal companion, and now, not only did Nyx, the shadow bear, reside within her shadow, but Tenebris too, a fearsome guardian of the dark, ever watchful and ready to strike.