Another week had passed since the incident in the treasury.
Aodh finished repairing the decorative sword given to him by Verc and handed it back to him. The sword is now called [Golden].
It was a piece of craftsmanship that breathed new life into the old, worn steel. The blade, once cracked and dull, had been polished until it shone like a mirror, and the golden hilt had been buffed to a brilliant, eye-catching luster. It sat in its scabbard with a weight and balance that felt intentional and grand.
Verc gave the name, he didn't think much about it, obviously.
It was just a name, a label for the object that had started his journey. He hang it in the meeting room.
Also, he requested some adjustment from Aodh for his new weapon, which he now called [Moon Blade].
He just asked the blade to be a bit more longer like [Golden].
