"The essence of a good weapon is its bond with its wielder. Depending on the materials used and the capability of the weapon smith, a weapon can come to life." Rundrik boldy said.
Master weapon smiths can create weapons that can resonate with their masters to bring out their best potential."
Rundrik's eyes shone and a sly smile slowly curved its way onto his face.
He held out his hands, and two streams of liquid metal slowly rose into the air.
The metal began to morph rapidly, elongating into two cylindrical shapes. The molten cylinders bulged outward, becoming hollow on the inside and ballooning outward at the closed end.
The bulge turned into fingers and an opposable thumb on each mould.
Dark crystals slowly rose from within the metal, appearing on its surface, completing it. The silver colours slowly turned darker until the gauntlets had become completely black.
The gauntlets slowly moved onto his hands until they reached his elbows, perfectly fitting him.
