After some time, an automaton rolled into the glass chamber and rapidly refined the blades, swiftly smoothing out their surfaces. The blade's edges glistened with a silvery sheen.
Rundrik rose to his feet with a smile.
"Usually I'd allow the automaton to finish the process, but I'll make an exception for you and do this the old-fashioned way."
Rundrik and Solgrane walked back into the sunshine forge, dismissing the automaton.
Rundrik and Solgrane grabbed a blade each and began to work on them separately, moving in sync.
Emily's eyes shimmered with awe.
" It's truly beautiful. It's like they're performing a dance."
The two men, master and student, moved side by side following a particular rhythm.
They thrust the blades into the furnace at the same time, heating them until a warm red glow spread through them.
They rhythmically hammered the Noctylium, tempering it, coaxing it to life.
