Weaving an invisibility cloak is a major undertaking.
The entire cloak needs to be woven inch by inch by hand, without relying on magical ans for weaving.
On one hand, spellcasting would affect the cloak's magical stability. On the other hand, weaving is extrely delicate work. When creating sothing like an invisibility cloak, it requires extre precision with not the slightest deviation. Magical weaving can hardly achieve this.
Just like in his previous life, machines could weave various fabrics, but exquisite traditional brocades could only be hand-woven with extre difficulty.
Creating a single brocade piece often requires an extrely long ti. A skilled weaver might not complete even 2 milliters in a day. If even one thread is woven incorrectly, they might need to start over completely.
Weaving an invisibility cloak is even more complex and difficult than brocade. It requires spider silk and mithril thread to precisely weave tadpole-sized runic symbols without error. Every inch contains them. The entire cloak needs tens of thousands of runic symbols woven into it.
An ordinary weaver would need at least one day to weave a single runic symbol.
This ans creating a complete invisibility cloak would require at least ten thousand days. Nearly three years.
This was the ti it took Peverell to create his invisibility cloak.
But what delighted Kael was that Arwen not only had exquisite weaving skills but also extrely high efficiency. Threads constantly danced in her hands.
In less than half a day, she'd woven a perfect runic symbol, directly cutting the ti in half.
Moreover, to further enhance the cloak's magical effects, Arwen wove her own long hair into it, neutralizing the spider silk's dark magical properties.
Kael felt sorry for Arwen's beautiful hair and quickly brewed a hair growth potion to restore it. Only then did he feel satisfied.
Arwen did most of the invisibility cloak weaving since Kael lacked such technical skills, so he mainly handled design and assistance.
Three months passed in a blink, and the invisibility cloak creation continued.
Arwen's weaving speed had increased considerably. She could weave at least three runic symbols per day. The task that originally would take three years could now be completed in about one year.
While Arwen wove the invisibility cloak, Kael also began preparing for the third stage of Philosopher's Stone creation.
As the predicted Saturn was about to appear, Kael rested and prepared.
This ti, he didn't choose Orthanc Tower at Isengard but stayed at Weathertop's Hogwarts Castle.
Mainly because he had the stone circle remaining from when he'd previously created Hufflepuff's Cup.
The stone circle could channel Saturn's power, making it the most suitable place for the Philosopher's Stone's third-stage transformation.
When Saturn rose from the eastern horizon, Kael was already standing within the stone circle.
On the stone platform at the circle's center, the mithril furnace had reignited blood-red dragon blood flas. The double-necked flask within contained shimring white powder emitting a faint jasmine fragrance.
For this Philosopher's Stone creation, Kael had specifically returned to Isengard and extracted over ten buckets of dragon blood from the barely recovered sub-dragons as fuel.
When Saturn reached its zenith, Kael activated the stone circle.
Simultaneously, he took out the prepared Arkenstone and directly threw this priceless treasure into the furnace flas.
Under the dragon blood flas' burning, the earth elental power contained in the Arkenstone flowed out continuously.
Under the formation's influence, Saturn in the night sky burst with brilliant light, then projected a pillar of starlight into the stone circle.
Such commotion again drew attention from many places across Middle-earth.
Many speculated about what Kael was doing to continuously summon starlight over several months.
The giant Eye atop Barad-dûr Tower in Mordor also cast its gaze westward, filled with greed and determination.
"No rush; now isn't the ti."
A ghostly voice echoed atop Barad-dûr Tower, seeming to mutter to itself or answer soone.
Kael was unaware of outside events, currently focusing all attention on the furnace.
The stone circle drew endless Saturn power, filling the entire formation like countless stardust floating, making the formation brilliantly luminous.
Kael waved his wand, channeling magical power into the furnace. He guided the formation's Saturn power and the Arkenstone's earth elents into the flask to mix with the "White Stone" and fuse under dragon blood fuel burning.
As ti passed, Saturn's power and earth elents finally began rging with the "White Stone." The white powder in the bottle gradually took on golden hues. The silver gleam shifted toward gold.
Outside the stone circle, Arwen had unusually stopped weaving the invisibility cloak. She stood guard outside with worried expression.
Mainly because during the last whitening stage, Kael had faced ntal trials, needing to resist inner greed.
Who knew what situations would arise during this transformation stage?
Within the stone circle, Kael also began facing the third stage's trials.
The substance in the flask began lting into golden liquid.
Though this golden liquid was rely an imperceptibly small droplet, it emanated brilliant golden light. Warm as sunlight, brilliant yet not glaring, and released a scent like sun-dried bedding.
The golden light was miraculous, directly penetrating the mithril furnace and coating the originally silver furnace with golden light, appearing very sacred.
Bathed in golden light, Kael felt warmth throughout his body.
Then he joyfully sensed his body gradually transforming. Life potential was constantly growing!
As if his body was evolving from mortal flesh toward higher levels.
But while gaining these benefits, he suddenly beca sowhat restless and irritable.
His five senses beca extrely sensitive. Vision, hearing, sll, taste, and touch all seed amplified.
But this amplification didn't make him superhuman. Rather, it felt uncomfortable, annoying, and even painful.
His eyes beca extrely sensitive. The whole world beca heavily saturated colors, making his eyes uncomfortable. His acute hearing let him hear every sound around. His own breathing, blood flowing through vessels, his heart pounding like drums. Even the formation's magical fluctuation sounds disturbed him.
Sll and taste were even worse. Various odors filled his nostrils. Forrly pleasant floral scents beca pungent.
Sensitive touch made Kael very uncomfortable. Every inch of skin clearly felt friction with clothing. Even skin exposed to air was irritated by gentle breezes.
Such sensitive bodily senses made him very uncomfortable. He constantly couldn't help dispersing his ntal attention, making maintaining magical output extrely difficult.
Moreover, this sensitivity wasn't montary or brief but beca increasingly severe as the flask's substance continued transforming.
Reluctantly, Kael could only tightly close his eyes, use the Muffliato charm to seal his hearing, then block his nose to reduce interference.
Then he ditated while continuously outputting magical power, striving to keep his mind clear and focus all attention on the furnace's changes.
Ti passed bit by bit. Saturn had long retreated in the western sky, but Weathertop's stone circle still maintained itself.
The brilliant stellar power gathered within the circle coated the entire castle with starlight. The tall mallorn and White Tree glead in the starlight's reflection, illuminating all of Weathertop.
Even Bree, nearly a hundred kiloters away, could see the radiance. Not to ntion Hogsade at the mountain's base.
Residents, rchants, and travelers in the city all looked up at the mountaintop miracle with awe and shock. Bards excitedly racked their brains composing ornate verses for such sacred scenes.
Artists imdiately set up easels and boards to capture this scene.
Days passed, and stellar power in the stone circle gradually diminished.
Only the dragon blood fuel in the furnace continued burning uninterrupted.
Kael also maintained continuous magical output, constantly guiding Saturn power and elental forces from the Arkenstone into the flask. They were catalyzed by dragon blood to continuously react with the bottle's contents.
The white powder in the flask decreased while the golden liquid increased, releasing ever brighter golden light.
Only under the formation's constraint was this liquid's golden light contained within the formation.
Bathed in golden light, Kael's body continuously transford with constantly growing life potential.
Vaguely, he felt his lifespan continuously extending.
But simultaneously, as golden light grew brighter, his five senses beca increasingly amplified. Even magical blockage couldn't prevent deep effects.
Extrely sensitive senses changed Kael's discomfort into agony. His consciousness seed torn into several pieces. Vision, hearing, sll, taste, and touch each brought extre discomfort.
He wanted to stun himself with a spell or leave the formation to avoid this suffering.
But for the Philosopher's Stone's successful creation and the trendous benefits of bodily transformation, he could only endure. Gritting his teeth while dividing part of his attention to maintain the formation's operation.
On the forty-ninth day, the white substance in the flask was nearly completely transford into golden liquid.
The golden liquid released light more brilliant than Eärendil's Light, like a small sun appearing within the furnace. It enveloped the entire stone circle in golden radiance.
Even with the formation's constraints, small portions of golden light escaped outside, coating the entire castle in gold.
Touched by golden light, people, animals, and plants in the castle all gained invisible benefits that would bring health and longevity for life.
Besides Arwen, Smaug, and others who sensed sothing, the castle's servants and helpers remained unaware.
Only much later would people discover that those who'd worked in the castle lived healthy, disaster-free, long lives.
Thus more and more people regarded Weathertop as a blessed earthly realm. All dreaming of entering to gain fortune.
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