The Land of Hexxit

The sun rose over a blocky earth, lighting up the trees on the savanna far below. Rhinoceroses rumbled around, grazing on the dry grass.

Far above, Silver knelt on a platform in his jungle home, screwing the final gem into his meteor shield. His last home had been destroyed by a rogue Kreknorite, so he wasn't taking any chances this time over.

As the rays of sunlight penetrated the clear glass of his window, Silver straightened up and opened one of his chests. He stuck his arm in, yelped, and pulled it back out. Sucking his fingers, he stuck the other arm in, this time pulling out a coppery-bladed sword with a cactus hilt and cobalt backbone.

While pulling a rogue prickle off of the hilt, Silver studied the blade. He ran his fingers over the edge, then threw it against a wall - scarred and dented from previous "tests." It stuck hilt-deep, cracking the cactus.

"That's ardite alright," Silver muttered to himself, stroking his beard. It was hard to tell the difference between copper and the much stronger ardite with just one's eyes, but a hardness test would always show the difference.

Silver grinned. This was just what he needed.

Walking over to his tool station, he took a large hammer - not quite warhammer sized - and chipped the cactus handle off. He then opened up the small, round door to his smeltry (after donning a set of scale armor to protect himself from the heat). Then, he pushed the sword into the furnace and closed the door, after making sure the lava tanks were full.

Several hours later, Silver opened the faucet to his smeltry. Out into the mold he had set poured molten purple metal, still slightly orange from the harder-to-melt ardite, but definitely purple. That was manyullyn, one of the hardest substances ever to exist, harder even than diamond.

After several more test runs with bits of ardite and cobalt tools, Silver had achieved 99.9% manyullyn. He then began accumulating enough mB of it to create a battleaxe blade. A battleaxe was his favorite weapon, and his old one (made of melted chain mail from defeated skeletons) was starting to show its wear, with the left blade badly bent. Silver knew he shouldn't have tried to deflect the charge of the Ice Bull.

Silver switched off the faucet just as the manyullyn filled every crevice of the mold, which melted as he took the still-warm purple axe blade out hours later. He had an expert's hand at this.

Silver spent a little time molding his axe head to an ardite-and-cobalt rod. When it was attached, the room - darkening already in the glow of the setting sun - was lit up with a furious red-and-orange light. Seconds later, a deafening explosion came rumbling across the plains, panicking the rhinoceroses below. Dust was stirred up on the savanna as several trees crashed down the cliff face (thankfully missing Silver's house) and landed far below.

In the orange afterglow, Silver could see the shape of a massive mountain across the ocean. It lingered for a few seconds, framed in a curtain of ash and dust, when a tree crashed down on Silver's house and everything blacked out.