Mira watched as the metal formed. The metallic ringing sound constantly being formed. The intense glare by the Blacksmiths.
Grenta wiped away some sweat, "Are you done over there Yunil?"
Yunil pulled two objects from the furnace, "Yes!"
"Then it's time for the most important part."
Grenta stepped away from the weapon, "A drop of your blood, place it on the weapon."
Mira approached the axe, it was glowing brightly. Heat radiated off it. Raising his hand over the weapon he paused for a moment. Thoughts of everything that he had done before arose again. Yet so had the forgiving Villagers' faces. Along with Akiol's.
He grit his teeth and dug his nails into his palm. His great strength was enough to break the skin and a few drops of blood flowed from the wound. As soon as the drops of blood made contact with the glowing axe, the world around it seemed to ripple.
