The length of the blade was elongated enough that it no longer looked like a katana.
Yet with the occasional addition of Oprenieum, the material that the Undead had an exclusive right to mine since they have killed the Dogaron, the creature that guarded it. The katana was already a sharp and thin blade, it didn't have a great deal of material on it.
He would dip it in a vat full of ice and Blood Stones, then strike at it again and again. However, Andre was the best at his work, and even with the odd look of the sword, the smith's focus never wavered, every strike, like the beating of a heart, constant, repeating and held the same ferocious strength of the last blow.Īndre would occasionally put the sword back into the flames until it turned red, then it turned black from the flames once again. The hammering the blade took would make any sword in the world wince, especially since every strike was powered by an undead half-giant man. The Rift Maker was a long obsidian colored katana, but right in front of Dave and at the hands of the smith, all that was left of it was the blade, looking like it was being brutally mishandled at the hands of the giant man. The flames consumed all light, and Andre was using them to re-smelt a weapon that didn't look like its old self anymore. In front of Andre was a furnace that emitted flames darker than black. All the smiths were not even hammering outside as they have been ordered to leave Andre to do something he needs focus on. In Andre's new forge in the east, the smith had an entire room for just himself to use. Andre was a great smith and the least disturbing would probably cause him to get angry and lose focus on the work he was doing, especially due to what was currently happening. Dave showed up at Andre's smithy, Ralph was already there, patiently sitting on a stool and waiting for the old man to finish his work.ĭave approached the two and didn't speak.