To the Firesmith clan, the ability to craft the ultimate weapon is both a wonderful calling and a horrendous lifelong curse.Ever since the arrival of the liberated Firesmith Clan in the world of Warring Hearthfire, they were given ample opportunity to thoroughly unleash their talents, but at the same time, they began to get tainted with the aura of the Destruction.The dazzling light of the furnace, the sparks of metal clashing, and the long-lasting forging process can turn the raw ore into a fine weapon, but can also gradually strip the Firesmith of their eyesight. One day, at the foot of a volcano, Foy found a deposit of rare obsidian flame crystal. From this, he carefully polished a pair of protective goggles, which transformed the fierce sparks of fire into pale-white silhouettes. However, the greedy smith was unable to fully escape his cursed fate, losing everything to the bright light of his forge.Foy deemed the Antimatter Legion in the Warring Hearth as the raw materials for his creations, and himself as the rising flame."I wonder... is it possible to harness the power of a thermonuclear reaction in the furnace?" Foy's pursuit of the ultimate fire came to an unfruitful end in an out-of-control thermonuclear fusion.

A 900-degree kiln can turn clay into ceramic, a 1000-degree furnace can melt tin and copper... As one pursues a purer creation, one must also pursue a more perfect flame.Creatures of the Legion craved for separation from the material existence, longing for the fundamental mutations that can only be brought forth by the scorching heat waves of the Destruction.A highly-skilled master Firesmith can raise the temperature of fire to unbelievable levels, the sight of hot blue light radiating from the blazing, dark mass like that of a dying star. Indeed, all Firesmiths are remarkably talented at controlling flames, but only the best among them are bestowed with a ring of flame-mastery as a marker of their superb skill.The Warring Hearth had long ceased to differentiate between the Firesmith and the materials. All those Firesmith masters who had been smelting and smithing the Antimatter Creatures all this time had also become part of the Weapon of Destruction"The quality of smelting depends on the fire, and the quality of the fire depends on the Firesmith." This is matter-of-fact knowledge to any Firesmith who is able to control high temperatures.

The Antimatter Legion gifted the Firesmiths a dying Warring Hearth, a fiery world where they could forge to their hearts' desire.In this eye-burning world of lava, as long as the smelting and hammering never ceased, Creation and Destruction were no longer polar opposites of each other.Surtur was especially good at using the molten rock that erupted from active volcanoes to infuse the Legion's creatures with a violent aura of destruction. Neither the bubbling of toxic gases nor the gurgling of lava could interrupt his concentration. Though hot molten rock would splash on Surtur's fireproof apron of giant firelizard skin, the gear never lost its luster.A massive proportion of the Legion's fighting forces were repeatedly hammered and smelted until their flesh and weaponry were forged together by the Firesmiths, becoming weapons of Destruction."Yes, power of incomparable destruction..." The Firesmiths have never hidden the terrible aspirations they place in their weapons as they control the flames.

In the old days, the prison masters feared losing the extraordinary arts of Firesmithing, so they would employ the most despicable tricks to incarcerate the Firesmith clan — all the chiefs of the Firesmiths would undoubtedly suffer deformities in the legs in those days of imprisonment.It was the Master of Destruction that set free the imprisoned Firesmith clan and bestowed upon them the mark of Destruction which in turn granted the Firesmiths unlimited power.Despite the inability to move around like an able-bodied man, the chief of Firesmith obtained true freedom, for he was no longer imprisoned just for his extraordinary skills and talents in the art of Firesmithing. The chief poured in all his resentment and humiliation into the forge and would never be tired, not even by days of non-stop hammering. Upon one hammering after another, the once stubborn and proud antimatter creatures had to eventually change their form and give in to the remolding by the Destroyer.Despite being free from any tangible cages, the Firesmiths' obsession with forging had become another form of prison for them, had it not?"Flesh and blood are a burden. Forging is also destruction." The chief looked at the ever-growing number of deformed Firesmiths and lamented.