Once done, he returned to the bark.
With ticulous care, he shaped its outer and inner layers to conform perfectly to the puppet's fra. Its rough and dead appearance soon beca defined and smooth to the touch. The fresh scent wafting from it tickled his nose, inviting yet hiding terrible power.
He inspected his work before giving it a satisfied nod.
Even if, for him, he had just started, he knew how warped his perception of ti beca while imrsed. Therefore, he snapped his head back to see if the core ended its fusion.
And there he saw it: a round core glinting a tallic hue amidst the dimming symbols.
"It reached the later stages of the sixth tier."
Yngrid's exhausted voice echoed from behind.
She grabbed the core, feeling its weight pressing down on the sturdy desk.
Muscles straining, veins bulging, she fought to lift it, in vain. The small item was like a colossal boulder, unmovable yet terrifying. She felt the boundless mana it contained seep through her whitening fingers, heart hastening and sunken eyes trembling.
"Great. That's the minimum I need to power this bad boy."
Adam grinned, his focus shifting from the core. It was a power source, pure and simple, a heart he wouldn't tamper with.
Instead, he focused on the startal ore.
Since its nature as a tier-six reinforced item made it exceptionally resilient, he used his sun affinity to lt it.
Unlike his prior tries, he now had a perfect grasp on temperature and could almost hear the tal sing what it wanted in its ears.
'A little more heat? Sure, darling.'
Chuckling, he retrieved a complex network he had carved into regular wood and plunged it into a tall tray of clay.
Then, he made vents on the sides to let the steam escape and one in the middle before pouring half the scalding star tal.
SIZZLE
Flas rose from the vents as the sll of burning wood assaulted the smithy. A cloud of dark smoke followed, obscuring his vision before the room's air filters absorbed it and restored a sense of peace to the place.
Excitation bubbling in his heart, he waited for the tal to take the wood's place in the clay and solidify.
After five minutes, he opened the mold. Like he did during Moira's test, he encased the orange tal into a bubble of gentle wind to hasten the cooling without weakening it.
The rhythmical clangor of mana hamrs striking tal echoed next as blinding white flas encased his hands like gloves. With precision, he shaped the remaining half of the tal into triangular tallic pieces held by a thin fra.
Just like the first ti, he engraved his enchantnts inside using flexible mana.
Control and intricacy were on another level, however.
Eyes narrowed in focus, he fought the star tal, listening to its will but imbuing his own.
After the rest of the night and an additional half a day of work that would have exhausted a battalion of dwarfs, he finally completed his future weapons edges.
Chest puffed with pride and grinning in satisfaction, he observed the terrifying sharp points running on both sides.
Yet, loud snores ca to disturb his achievent.
Turning to the back, he noticed Yngrid's sleeping figure slumped in her chair.
"Thank you for supervising the process for so long."
Gratitude filling his soul, he sent two mage hands to carry her to her bed.
anwhile, he turned to the cool star tal and secured it on the anvil.
Mana danced at his fingertips as he sanded its rough surface and dismissed the mana he had left inside.
It wasn't anything intricate this ti, though.
Instead, he ensured the mana would have a pathway to travel in from the beginning. After all, piercing the complex structure would only waste ti and risk weakening or, if unlucky, breaking it.
tallic chips flew as a grating noise echoed.
Under his control, wind blades as minuscule as sand particles swirled to polish the tal, making the burn exterior disappear.
A shine reflecting the world in a myriad of colors pierced the monotonous smithy as the circuits appeared in all their grandeur.
'I'm almost done!'
His arm trembled as he clenched his fist in excitent. He only had to control the tal through his affinity to make it flexible and slid it into the paths he had drilled earlier. Then, insert the core between the puppet and the silver fruit tree's bark.
Without wasting a second, he plunged his mind into the ticulous process. And after two hours, he slotted the core in the chest's center like a heart.
His soul shuddered in joy before testing it. He knew it already. He had created a masterpiece he could be proud of. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire
But his work wasn't over yet. He still had to finish his blade.
"Let's revive the macuahuitl!"
Even if the wood would take the entire fra, it was exceptional and lethal. After all, the Aztecs had used these kinds of weapons.
His hand shot in a triumphant pose for a mont before he seized the remaining branches.
Seeing the finish line, he polished the wood in two distinct fras before encasing the tal between them.
Then, he engraved his enchantnts, giving his weapon an incredible style that made him grin.
Finally, he oiled it to give the wood a lustrous sheen and gazed at it with tenderness as a father would watch his baby.
And what a soul-chilling baby it was!
An intricate club-like weapon from which two rows of razor-sharp teeth protruded on each side.
A single swing with it will send any of his adversary's head flying or shred their body into minced at.
The more he scrutinised it, the more in love he fell.
But he still had one last thing to do.
"Crafted by Adam in honor of my ntors: Yngrid and Durgrim."
He carved those words on the weapon's poml and the puppet, emotions spilling from his soul.
With these two items, he had kept his promise to the ghost. Everyone would see his na no matter where he went or who he fought!
However, two sudden notifications broke this tender mont as a ghostly window appeared before his eyes.
[Tier-seven unnad weapon detected. Soul binding available. Proceed? Yes/No]
[Tier-six unnad weapon detected. Soul binding available. Proceed? Yes/No]
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