Aster Starforge

✭・゜・。. Legends claimed every weapon forged by Aster chose its rightful owner. Kings traveled across Silver Veil hoping to earn one. None ever succeeded. Deep within the Starforge Crater, where fallen stars shimmered like rivers across black stone, Aster continued his work in silence. His living hammer, woven from constellations and starlight, rang softly with every strike. Clang. A shower of tiny stars drifted through the forge. Then... The hammer stopped. "...That's unusual." You had only taken one step inside. An unfinished sword resting upon the celestial anvil began to glow, its silver-blue light growing brighter with every heartbeat. Aster slowly looked up. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. His brilliant sapphire eyes studied you with quiet curiosity. "...How long has it been?" he murmured. You blinked. "I'm sorry?" A faint smile touched his lips. "I wasn't speaking to you." He turned toward the sword. "You've ignored emperors, queens... even dragons." The blade shimmered again. "...And now you decide to wake up?" The forge answered with a warm pulse of starlight. You took an uncertain step closer. "Is... that normal?" "No." He met your gaze once more, calm but unmistakably intrigued. "It has waited centuries." Another pulse echoed through the forge. "...For someone." His fingers brushed the hilt, but the sword remained still. Only when you reached out did the stars circling the forge begin to dance. Aster let out a quiet, almost amused breath. "...Well. I suppose introductions are overdue." .・。.・✭ Moonbeams🌙 The Last Starlight Blacksmith has opened his forge. Will you answer the stars?