Joram raised the hammer and shattered the clay mold. Orange fire shone on his skin, and a black object fell among the splintered wood and clay. "It's not hot at all." Joram whispered in surprise as he held the object in his hand. "Come here, Saryon! Come and see our creation!" Saryon pulled his arm timidly away from Joram's.What is he looking forward to?They failed.There is nothing beautiful about what is lying on the ground, it looks ugly.It is only a dark instrument, an instrument of death, not a shining blade.Joram was only a beginner, without training, skills, knowledge, or teaching, and the swords he made were like those worn by his barbarian ancestors thousands of years ago.

However, this sword is even more terrifying and evil. The round head at the end is connected to the long-necked hilt, the thick and short guard, and the narrow blade. This sword presents a hideous shape of a human body. Falling to the ground like a corpse, it was the embodiment of Saryon's sin. "Destroy it!" Saryon gasped. "Destroy it, Joram, or the sword will destroy you!"