Dungeon Prowler : One Man Army

Chapter 403: Divine weapon

In the private dimension, the forge was billowing with flames, heat overflowed through the doors as the fire of dragon and phoenix merged and wrestled to provide the divine weapon being forged the ultimate nourishment.

"My little girl! you heartless monster, how could you kill her without even batting an eyelid!", Hephaestus was displaying some grief, nothing too serious though, he was mostly watching this new creation made from his daughter take shape. He still nonetheless kept hammering at what her true form was, a doll, trying to beat out some undesirables that Yunan pointed out, most of them were materials that would only hinder the creation to be.

Balin himself was melting some ores and infusing them with mana, alongside him were piles of failed attempts that would be recycled later on, the degree of purity that Yunan required made the dwarven smith sweat bullets, even if the flame was hot enough to burn him along his materials, he dare not show any signs of displeasure and worked hard.

Yunan, on the other hand, stood at the heart of the flames, slowly shaping a cluster of metal to his liking, he kneaded his mana and divinity in the metal itself, it was then shaped to look like a sword. the hiltless double-edged sword would occasionally float out from his hand only to be caught again and kneaded, again and again, all to reach a perfect base. his answer to Hephaestus was as nonchalant as he could make it, "you made her into material for forging, her gaining life and handling the dungeon was just a bonus, also, I need you to use this formula to turn her and the rest of the hearts into ink, Balin, leave those ores alone and go melt some of that mana metal we made".

and so the three talked as they made preparation, Hephaestus lamented his inability to have one last meal with his daughter, while Balin cursed his mentor for deserving her death, as for Yunan, he stayed mostly silent, giving out orders and occasionally responding to this or that.

once all materials were ready, Yunan used his fingernails as carving tools to carve the intricate design he had in mind to power up his sword, then with the hearts as ink, he drew complicated runes in a flowing pattern that looked like a growing vine, each stroke weaved untold power into the sword, bit by bit, the design was completed, it was then covered in molten metal to fasten the ink to the sword, then came the hilt, made entirely from mana metal, it to was etched and treated with its own complimenting pattern, when both linked a hum of energy spread from the weapon.

as for the final moment, it was doused in a solution made from liquid mana and distilled spirit stones, once the weapon was quenched Yunan plunged it into the heart of his effort divinity, in there all those runic patterns etched on the sword lit a glow and frantically absorbed divine power from the divinity, among the absorbed divine power was that of dreams, it was stored in pommel. the sword then linked itself to Yunan's soul, becoming part of him, it was the first weapon of its kind to be born, no one dared link their souls to a weapon, if it shattered, it would deal unhealable damage to the soul, eternally scarring it and forever losing some amount of power that can never be regained.

souls were the only resource one was born with, no one could recreate such a power source, it was something as old as creation, no one knows how they were born and no one knows why they can exude so much energy, once can manipulate and destroy them, creating them was without question impossible, some artefacts would birth a type of pseudo-soul when they grow intelligent, souls were only born naturally, the process of giving life to anything was merely preparing it to host a soul, new or reincarnated mattered little.

for Yunan to take such a risk, it was only because it was countered by the sheer power of his divinity, if there was anything effort had that no other divinity could match, it was the size and amount of power it could provide, the only divinity that can outdo it is infinity, to gain that divinity, one has to understand infinity, making it finite, this paradox made it impossible to have a god of infinity, effort, however, could be infinite, and that endless power could perhaps keep the soul bound sword intact or mitigate the consequences of its destruction.

now we get to the important part, how powerful could that sword be, well it was as strong as Yunan himself, anything that can break Yunan can destroy it, otherwise, it could never be destroyed, as long as Yunan existed, the sword would be reborn endlessly no matter how many times it is destroyed, the most horrifying part is that it was powered by the chaotic energy of dreams as well as the indestructible power of effort.

it was sharp enough to slice through divine barriers like butter, it could cut space itself and had the ability to inject Yunan's divine energy into anything it touches, as for hardness, there was no need to speak about it, it could withstand the death scythe without much trouble, and finally, it could act as a conduit for Yunan to syphon divine energy or other such energies as long as it was in contact with its target.

this sword scared Death, after clashing with Yunan a few rounds, he mumbled to himself as if having an argument, in the end, he made Yunan vow not to use that sword against him with malice, he could accept being killed by Yunan, what he refused was dying under that sword, as if he saw the true purpose this sword was made for, a sword with one reason for its existence, to kill.

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