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“I haven’t made weapons in many... many years.” “That isn’t the only reason,” I stated, watching the man lift the hammer again. “You didn’t want to work for them. Why?” The strike against the metal echoed loudly through the workshop before he answered. The Blacksmith took several seconds, focused on shaping the heated bar over the anvil as though deciding how much he should say. “Most people think every witch is the same,” he finally replied. “But they aren’t.” Another blow. Sparks leaped across the darkened floor.

I made warrior rank two years earlier than anyone else my age in Blackthorn's ranks, and I had spent every day since making certain nobody had reason to remember that fact as luck rather than earned skill. It mattered more than it probably should have, I understood, the particular hunger to be taken seriously in a pack where everyone already assumed you belonged. I had not been born into standing the way most of Blackthorn's senior warriors had. I built mine, one difficult assignment at a time, and I was not interested in watching it erode over a political decision I had no say in making.

Hopping to her feet, Charlotte led the children outside and began touring them around the large city. "This shop here belongs to the best blacksmith there is, a reputation so famous that people from all over the empire come just to make a request!" Charlotte brought the children inside the store that exclusively sold weapons, which were out on display. The weapons displayed were arts of crafted beauty, decorated with gems and crystals, forged into existence using rare high-grade materials. The doorbell jingled, signaling the arrival of customers. Maria saw a broad, tall, muscular elf appear. The man carried more of masculine vibe than the regular gentle attractiveness seen in elves.

I asked, his face brightened with excitement before he spoke. “I get to go to the Human Realm today. Keith needs some more material for forging, and he said I could finally tag along.” He explained, his lips spreading into a toothy grin. He was apprenticed to be a blacksmith. Since he was the youngest sibling, he had the least amount of royal responsibilities. So he actually got to do something he enjoyed that didn’t require being in charge of people. Keith is the best blacksmith in the capital, making all the weapons for the royal guards and warriors. He also has the best enchantment spells when it comes to forging. He was equally as excited to train Balor as he was honoured to have an heir

Weapons and artifacts made from those materials are the strongest. “If it's indeed stronger than S-Rank then, we'll refer to them as EX-Rank,” one of the directors suggested. “I commend you for taking it down without any casualties.” “The thing is, we would have been annihilated the moment it appeared.” Zacharias changed the screen to show the profile of Avis Walker. “If it weren't for Q, we would have been wiped out.” “This.. Q, Avis Walker. Are you saying that a single breaker was able to turn the tides against an S-Rank Raid Boss?”

Not every skill, weapon, or art was the same, so the Library had to make some category for each item. The categorization was pretty simple. Every item was categorized into 5 categories. Bronze, Silver, Gold, Quartz, and Diamond. Each category was assigned a sequential rank. Bronze being the lowest was assigned C-rank, Silver was assigned with B-Rank, Gold was assigned with A-Rank, Quartz was assigned with S-Rank, Diamond was assigned with SS-Rank.

But noon passed, and the order to open the gate did not come. The people were nervous, talking loudly, trying to ask questions to the guards, but they only shrugged their shoulders. They didn't know what they were waiting for. And now those riders approaching the central gate too resolutely. Ratmir, the head of their reinforced detachment, counted eight and now he could already see them well. Three - young girls, keep in the center of the group, dressed in a travel way, the figures hide dark cloaks. One of the men, the one with completely white hair, although without a staff, is undoubtedly a sorcerer. Ratmir even knew a strong bald man in simple village clothes riding next to him - a blacks

' I asked looking at Edgar. 'Those are for your generals my queen. They are for Dominus, Lance and Asher' Edgar replied. 'Can I ask who made them?' I asked looking at them. 'I did.' Leo one of the mated soldiers stepped forward. 'I am a black smith. One day when I was working alone at my work place, I suddenly felt as if something possessed me and when I became conscious again, I discovered I had made all this. I knew before then that I was a soldier for the golden wolf. I took them to Asher's grandfather and he explained everything to me.'

His presence was a constant source of steadiness, a reminder that they faced this challenge together. In the corner of the courtyard, a team of blacksmiths worked tirelessly at a line of anvils. Sparks flew as molten steel was hammered into shape, the glowing metal transforming into sleek blades, spearheads, and arrow tips. Lyra paused to observe a blacksmith as he inspected a freshly forged sword.

he confessed as he faced down. "I am sorry," she apologized again as he just nodded. "It is okay!" He glanced at Oscar who was pacing up and down restlessly. "So, why did you go there? What did you discover? Anything new?" He inquired. "Yeah. Those blacksmiths were making weapons, different sizes. But I do not know why they are making it. I am a bit confused" she said. "Weapons?" He became more interested now. "Yeah! Weapons. A lot of them" she added.