Raylo said nothing.
He untied the Spatial Bag from his waist, and a faint, almost imperceptible ripple appeared in the space around him.
The next moment.
CLANG!
Hundreds of giant Weapons materialized from thin air, glinting with a cold metallic light as they crashed down onto the thick Stone Slab floor.
BOOM!
The entire two-story stone building shook violently, and dust rained down from the rafters.
The mountain of Weapons instantly took up nearly a third of the shop's space.
It was a small mountain built from War Axes, Giant Hammers, Broadswords, and Long Spears.
The air filled with the rich scent of iron and fire.
It was the lingering smell of quenched metal.
The ten Hill Giants, who had been busy at work, all froze in unison.
They slowly turned, staring blankly at the shocking scene before them. Their Adam's apples bobbed uncontrollably, making a gulping sound.
They gazed at the small mountain of Weapons.
