Sylas couldn't read the description of the item at all, but when he tried to count the number of hairs that made up its brush head, it felt…
Infinite.
It was like he was staring into the maw of the universe itself. This was a treasure that should have crushed him with its presence alone, but somehow it had been restrained to the point all of its power was contained without it losing much strength at all.
And it could be said that the only reason it lost any power in the first place was because of the loss of range. In close combat… it was just as powerful.
Sylas had never grown used to using weapons, so he hadn't actually experienced the feeling of being able to rely on something powerful.
At this point, his Rune Mastery was so powerful that he didn't need formal training in blacksmithing or crafting. He could probably just think of something he wanted to form and be capable of doing it.
But he never had. He didn't see the point.
