Liam spent the entire afternoon inside the forge after finishing the first sword. The hours passed fast. The fire burned steady, the hammer strikes echoed in clean rhythm, and the heat inside the shop only grew heavier as the sun set outside.
By the end of the day, he had forged three more items from scratch: a spear, a longsword, and a short blade. They were simple weapons, but the quality was far from simple. Each one had perfect grip, clean balance, and a sharpness that could slice steel plates without effort.
Liam lifted the spear first, feeling its weight. The shaft, though not spiritual, was sturdy and smooth. The tip gleamed with a clean silver shine. It felt right. He nodded once and placed it on the table.
He picked up the longsword next. He swung it lightly. The blade cut through the air with a soft whistle, showing its balance and precision. He nodded again.
