Elion didn't think too deeply about the possibility of upgrading the sword, even though the way Solron kept eyeing him made it painfully obvious that the old craftsman was secretly hoping he would go on some grand journey to recover the remaining fragments and complete the blade in his stead.
Sure, it was an incredible opportunity, but honestly? Elion already felt like he had robbed fate blind with just this single fragment alone.
The enchantments were absurd.
The weapon itself was Mythical Grade, an elusive rank even kings and ancient powers coveted desperately.
Its cutting ability and durability alone were already monstrous, and that wasn't even mentioning the ridiculous passive effects attached to it.
He was already more than satisfied.
There was no way he was going to actively go hunting across the world for nine missing fragments of an ancient weapon without even the slightest clue where they might be hidden.
Now…
