Polysaturating Reverberating Infusion (Red) rests in the palm like a living ember—a teardrop of crimson glass sealed within a honey-bronze cradle. The core shimmers with stained light, facets catching every lamp and throwing back a thousand tiny suns. The surface is cool, almost silky, yet when you press a finger near the edge you feel a whisper of tremor, as if the little gem is listening to a distant drumbeat. Copper filaments wind through the housing, curving along sigils that glow faintly when the breath of a wearer stirs the air. Lie it on a table and it seems to pulse, a heartbeat kept in the lattice, and if you tilt it toward the window you can swear you hear a soft choir singing in the glass. Lorekeepers recount that it was born where the echoing forges met the night’s breath, a relic crafted by hands that could coax sound from stone, then sealed away to keep a promise to remember every note. Embed it in a weapon or armor, and the infusion begins to hum with your gait. The first clash releases a crisp tone; the next clash answers with a richer echo, as if the air itself remembers your strike. In practical terms, this is a weapon for those who prize timing and tempo: it rewards patience, punishes haste, and rewards the quiet moment when a cooldown aligns with a perfect opening. It does not simply add raw power; it guards the cadence of your actions, nudging your energy return so your next move emerges with fewer wasted beats. In crowds and in quiet nights alike, the red glow of the infusion’s edge glimmers brighter when a critical moment draws near, a beacon that helps a practiced hand trust the world’s tempo. Market chatter often starts at Saddlebag Exchange, where a merchant will tilt the glass just so to glint the red inside and measure its pulse against the room’s heat. Stories rise with the price, too—a fortunate buyer might walk away with the infusion for a handful of gold and a trader’s tale, while a cautious buyer pays with coins and memories. The exchange thrives on this blend of coin and craft, and the Polysaturating Reverberating Infusion (Red) stands as a popular thread in the tapestry: a lure for technicians who see how resonance can sharpen aim, for engineers who love the feel of a perfectly timed spark, for explorers who want gear that breathes as they do. When you fasten it into gear, the infusion refuses to be mere decoration; it becomes part of your story—the moment your weapon sings, the time your armor seems to tell you when attention should turn, the way a road trip becomes a concert and the journey itself a rhythm to be kept. It is not simply a piece of equipment but a memory you carry, a reminder that even weapons can listen.