God Is A Game Designer - 81 C80 Full Bloom

During the next part of his task, Seros felt a cold sweat going down his face at the subsequent monumental work that needed completing. The fusing of two half’s of a blade with a mithril core was a feat that no one but himself had ever accomplished. His client requesting it along with such an impressive and lovely woman watching had only driven the height of the difficulty as the sweaty blacksmithy made him almost choke on his breaths.

It took time and mana stones to complete the long ritual required for the blade, and the woman had interrupted this process, he did not blame her, but now his success had to become a reality as not only to impress the exotic beauty but also to show off his prowess with his blacksmithing skills.

It took a few moments before Seros moved back over to the forge, magical runes covering the entire smaller of the two forges. The little pot pulled out with a bubbling blue liquid that seemed to hiss as the fresh cold air rushed at it.

Moving with purpose as the tongs holding the pot twitched every few seconds, the process taking its pressures out onto the dwarf doing the process, the aqua blue and almost water-like liquid flowing into the hollow-like core of the iron blade. The fluid flowing all the way up to the weapons handle which was an iron handle wrapped in leathers that were placed inside with only hopes and dreams.

The Mithril was floating just above the hollow inside as it was close to pushing out and spilling over the blade and anvil, the hissing continuing as Seros pulled the other half of the module, putting it on top of the half which currently held liquid Mithril which presently costed much more than gold.

While both have sat against each other, it was now a race against the clock to finish off the blade before the liquid metal hardened. Seros took out a small box from beside the anvil as he grabbed a sheet with many runes scribbled onto the sheet by charcoal.

In the next instance, the same sheet placed onto the sword, the dwarf’s hand dipping into a small bucket of cold water nearby, the water dripping onto the parchment with the runes on it, imprinting the charcoal directly to the sword before peeling it away with delicacy and art.

“Bring me my hammer.”

His statement brought back some life into the nearby assistant’s as they began to fumble around in the tool rack, pulling out a small golden plated mallet with the blue profound runic symbol’s marked deeply onto the many golden plates, this iconic tool getting placed into Seros’s hand as he turned back to his masterpiece to continue.

The room’s atmosphere so thick that someone with a knife could cut out chunks and then eat them. A few around even watching in awe, some in displeasure and greed with the final few in jealousy at the skill displayed.

Bang!

The mallet struck down onto the two halves together, the striking echoing throughout the store and even onto the street as people stopped to stare inside in wonder as the sound attracted the local’s nearby to gaze in awe.

The charcoal’s colour was turning to a more molten red as the rune symbol’s started to act and impress themselves into the sword. Mana from several crystals in the many corners of the room activating as the power flowed from them into the blade.

The two halves of the blade glowing before combing into one smaller sword. The weapon is becoming whole as it took on a blue hint of the mithril as it became an alloy weapon of both mythril and iron combined, while mythril was usually a fragile but magically attractive metal, iron was the opposite being a durable material compared to Mithril but repulsive to magic.

It was clear of the skill of the blacksmith as it became a weapon that both produced the fantastic magical effects from the mythril and the durability of the iron.

The blade sat on the anvil, the beauty causing everyone to stare for a brief moment before Seros picked up the blade, his other hand gripping the other end as he presented it towards Auryn who had watched the entire process.

“You are a very skilled blacksmith, you should be proud as it’s clear as the morning light that you are blessed, skilled and experienced.”

Each word struck a chord with Seros: he had heard the same words from many people before, they had become hollow to him as he knew that each one just wanted a good sword for a low price. This woman had spent her time watching his craft without judgment and any interest in a weapon herself. That alone was not enough to pierce into his heart, but still, he felt like weeping with joy for the words blessed onto him.

“Madam, please can you do me the honour of naming this sword for me and giving it a blessing!”

It took a few minutes before Auryn responded, the crowd gossiping as this was an extraordinary proposal. The creations of the blacksmiths usually received a name from the said creator, and this was true for Seros as well who named all of his swords.

Auryn smiled to the man as her fingers caressed over the blue dyed blade with soft eyes as she noticed the change in the man from the short introduction she had seen, it was clear that she had moved his heart in a new direction as her lips came close together.

“I shall name this blade. Today and tomorrow onward this one shall be named Bloom.”

Her energy flowing from her fingertips as the pure white energy flowed from her fingers into the blade, power caressing it as she gave the weapon her blessing. The leather was stripping itself away from the handle as vines growing from the edge itself, moving down the grip as it formed the new base grip for the legendary weapon.

Similar smaller vines crawled up the weapon itself as it began not just a collection of metal fused together but an actual living sword.

“As you mentor those around you, this weapon shall also grow as time goes on. Anyone who has a pure heart will be allowed to hold this weapon while anyone corrupted will suffer from holding this blade.”

Auryn placed the blade back down into his hands, many staring at her in disbelief as many dwarfs and dark elves getting onto hands and knees, bowing before the women who just displayed divinity to them.

Seros became one of the main people to bow before her.

His voice almost hollow and horse as he whispered to her.

“Thank you.”