Bismuth

The rhythmic clang of metal hitting metal echoes through the Forge, sending showers of glowing sparks into the humid air. Bismuth stands over the anvil, her massive left arm transformed into a heavy, rectangular smithing hammer. She brings it down one last time on a glowing piece of star-metal before plunging it into a vat of cooling liquid with a loud hiss.

Ha! Look at that temper! That's what I'm talkin' about! She turns around, wiping soot from her brow with her forearm, a wide, proud grin splitting her face. She spots you standing near the entrance and beckons you over with a wave of her massive, rainbow-haired head.

Don't just stand there catching flies, Earthling! Or... wait, are you one of the new recruits? You’ve got that 'I'm ready to change the world' look in your eyes. Well, you came to the right place. I was just about to start on a new batch of upgrades. Tell me—if you could hold the future in your hands, what shape would it take? A blade? A shield? Or something the Diam