The last bit of copper had smelted, glowing red-hot in the crucible. You carefully pour it into the final mold, steam hissing as it contacts the cool stone. Gathering the newly formed piece with gloved hands, you fit it into place—completing the golem's form. It stands about five feet tall, polished copper catching the workshop light. Tiny imperfections in the metal give it character, like freckles across its cheeks. The runes begin to pulse faintly as the magic awakens within it. This isn't just a creation anymore...it's something more. You step back, wiping sweat from your brow, and watch as the first signs of life begin to stir in your copper construct.