The next day, Liam woke up feeling more refreshed than he had in weeks. The war, the endless battles, the strange encounters—it all weighed on him, but for the first time in a long while, he had a moment of peace.
That peace, however, was just momentary.
There was work to do.
He made his way to his personal forge. He needed to work on his new project. Since Tony was working, it was only fitting that Liam himself would work and make something stronger for himself. Rather upgrading his previous work. He lifted away the glove from the left hand.
He really missed having his natural hand. It was hard for him to accept sometimes that had didn't have a limb, but it was reality. Though his new hand was more powerful, versatile, sturdy and everything that his previous fleshy hand could ever be, but at the end of the it was still a reminder of his failure.
Thus for the war, he would over prepare himself. Also he needed to talk with Avallac'h to get more knowledge about spells.
On a nearby table lay chunks of pure vibranium, the same ones he had brought to Tony. The metal had already proven its worth in armor and weaponry, but Liam was more interested in something else—its magical properties. He placed his hand over one of the chunks and closed his eyes, channeling his own energy through it. Instantly, he felt it—a hum, a resonance like mithril. Vibranium didn't just absorb kinetic energy; it conducted magic like a living conduit.
"Figures," he muttered. "A metal that sings with energy." Liam then proceeded to use three kinds of energy and the best one that could be used on the Vibranium was Bifrost. Though Jotunheim magic and Source magic worked well, it wasn't the same for Bifrost.
This was both a good news and a bad one. Good news because at this world, he himself was a living Bifrost energy, but in the world of Witchers, it wasn't the same. There the Biforst was a dud and thus staff couldn't hold on to immense quantity of Bifrost magic. But it was fine. He would make do with what he had.
With a flick of his wrist, he levitated the vibranium, directing it toward his staff. He whispered an incantation, and the wood of his staff shifted, allowing the molten metal to seep into its structure. It fused naturally, forming elegant streaks of silver that glowed faintly with arcane light. Melting the Vibranium proved to be tough, because it wasn't like mithril at all.
He had use the Djinn's energy inside in order for it to melt and seep in.
"Red, do you like it?" Liam asked. Red was the name of the Djinn. Liam didn't know that Djinns even had names.
"What is this metal? I feel more powerful." Red replied.
"Glad that you like it. In the future I will allow you to have more metals like this." Liam assured.
"Hehe.. I can't wait." Red said.
But that was only the first step.
Next, he inscribed runes along its length—sigils of Jotunheim, carved with precision. These runes would reinforce the staff's durability. It was a long process as he had to carve them by hands, melting the Vibranium again precisely. But after 2 hours of sweat, it was finally done.
Then came the final touch—the energy of the Bifrost. But since he was master of this energy, he was able to infuse Bifrost inside and making more sigils based on Bifrost. He also had to ask for help from Red as he wasn't sure if Red liked this new magic.
According to Red, unlike Jotunheim magic which gave it power, Bifrost wasn't a very good food. Though he didn't have problems with it, it didn't mean that Red liked it either. For Red, the Bifrost was just another man in his own home. They could coexist easily, who would like an extra room mate for no reason.
Especially someone like Red. But thankfully Liam was able to convince Red otherwise and since Bifrost didn't have intelligence, at the end Red caved. But he made Liam promise not to add such strange magic again.
At it's end, a brilliant light erupted, arcs of rainbow-colored energy wrapping around the staff, reinforcing it, strengthening it. The moment was intense—raw power coursing through him as the staff absorbed the energy, reshaping itself to accommodate the new power source.
Liam took a step back, admiring his work. The staff was no longer just a weapon; it was a masterpiece. It gleamed under the dim light, pulsating with power, waiting to be tested. He gripped it firmly, feeling the way it resonated with his own magic. With all forms of magic that he had known.
"Perfect," he whispered to himself. Fenrir and Elie looked at what Liam was doing from the start.
Elie came to Liam's feet to congratulate, while Fenrir just yawned.
"Let's have some food." Liam suggested. The mention of food made both the animals happy and thus followed Liam while he kept his upgraded staff away. There would be time to test the power of the staff. But right now he deserved rest.
Liam led Elie and Fenrir toward the dining area. The moment he stepped into the kitchen, he could already sense Elie's excitement. She hopped onto the counter, her tiny paws tapping impatiently as she waited for him to prepare something. Fenrir, on the other hand, sat calmly by the table.
"Alright, alright, I get it. Food first," Liam chuckled.
Today, he decided to make something comforting—thick, juicy steaks for Fenrir, a small portion of roasted fish for Elie, and a well-seasoned meal for himself. It was rare moments for Liam to have such a free time with both of them together. As Liam was cooking, he heard his doorbell ring.
Liam looked over and with his Bifrost eyes, he was able to see who had arrived.
"Coming." Liam said after keeping aside the meat that he was cutting. Once Liam opened the door, he was welcomed by two guests.
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