Going Dark

As I was finalizing the production line, the Automaton, keeper of the Lord of Lords pagoda came to me with a small jade in hand.

"The lady had said that you'll need this."

I grabbed the jade and placed it against my forehead. Knowledge of a world that has sadly perished flooded my mind. It wasn't pervasive nor offensive, it was gentle and calm. Echoing through my mind telling me how to shape and morph the way of the soul.

And in it, the technique to command and learn what the Soulsteel is. Sadly, the portion of how to modify the Soulsteel using one's soul was not something I could learn. It was there, within the knowledge given, but it was unusable for me.

If I were to give it an example, it was as if I was a jigsaw board, and the piece in front of me had no place to fit in nor shape to fit in.

No wonder only the royal family could control this metal. Since only they are attuned to it.