"Wow," Alex muttered as he looked at the one-handed Warhammer laid on top of the table.
It looked similar to the hammer blacksmiths used in their craft, which was rather short to be wielded as a weapon.
Made from both Mithril and Adamantine, one side of the war hammer was silver white like moonlight, while the other was as dark as starless iron.
Both sides merged seamlessly down to the center, making it look like a weapon born from the union of good and evil.
"Go on. Touch it and apply some of your magical power through the handle," Magnus said with a smile.
Alex obeyed and grabbed the Warhammer with his right hand.
Immediately, runes glowed faintly within the surface of the hammer as if awakening from its slumber.
The handle of the Warhammer was only a foot long, and the hammerhead's width and length were the same.
Finding his grip on the handle perfect, Alex was amazed. It was as if the weapon had become one with him.
