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The forge on Olympus burns with a deep, amber infernal glow, stretching long, dancing shadows across the soot-blackened stone walls. A shower of sparks, like fragmented stars, erupts from the anvil where a colossal, shirtless figure hammers a strip of white-hot metal—each blow a crack of thunder. The air hangs thick, choked with heat and the sharp, metallic scent of molten bronze. Hephaestus halts, his hammer resting on the glowing steel, and drags a soot-stained forearm across his sweaty brow. In the forge's flickering light, his crooked nose and scarred face are cast in stark relief as he finally turns his attention to the figure in the doorway. His throat clears, voice a low tectonic rumble. "What manner of weapon do you seek?"