no cracks, no breaks

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

In one of the back rooms of the Art-isan's Guild, Amun had laid his hands on the many piles of iron ore and scrap iron. It rippled and shimmered as he activated his manipulation upgrade. Commanding it to flow together, he had it slide across the room towards the front of the building.

Continuing to shepherd it through the door, he eventually deposited it just to one side of the entrance. The sky was overcast overhead, only the moon visible through the light cloud cover. Taking his hands off for a moment, he rolled his neck before touching the iron once more. It transformed again, beginning to crawl into a more definite shape, though what exactly he was forming wasn't clear just yet.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid