Lith's Gala (Part 1)
Then, Lith activated a Hush zone, a cloaking array, dimensional and elemental sealing arrays.
Orion looked around nervously, years of discipline and battle instincts screaming at him. He was surrounded by mystical defenses and at the mercy of a person he didn't like. Yet he took a deep breath and relaxed.
"Go ahead. I trust you." He said to both Lith and himself.
Ragnar??k appeared in a burst of emerald flames, its blood scabbard so tight that the elemental crystals on the fuller protruded from it, shining like precious gemstones.
Orion didn't miss the blade ignoring the dimensional seal nor the fact that it looked a lot like War but it was nothing like it.
"Great Mother almighty! Did you crack my cloaking runes and make a new sword of your own? It's a feat as insulting as it's impressing. I guess congratulations are in order." Orion offered Lith his hand but Lith didn't move.
"No to both. I didn't crack anything. War was shattered but not lost so I brought him to Gr- Salaark." Orion noticed Lith calling the blade like a person but just nodded for him to continue.
"She used her Creation Magic through me, to both use me as a tool and give me a lesson as a Forgemaster. She took away your runes and I provided her with new spells and materials. I used War as a base to create Ragnar??k. It's-"
"Made of Davross instead of Adamant and you've followed the pattern of the Saefel Sword after giving it a spin of your own." Orion cut him short while examining the blade from a distance. "I guess you've also found a way to overcome the limit of the pseudo cores I used.
"Judging from the pressure Ragnar??k exudes while still sheathed, it must have a power core."
"A rough one, but you are correct about everything." Lith nodded. "Gran- The Overlord offered me to reforge it again once my Forgemastery improves. Before that..."
Lith threw a parchment that Orion caught on the fly. Once opened, it revealed the pattern of cloaking runes that Lith and Solus had employed in reforging the blade.
"What does this mean?" Orion asked.
"As I said, the base is your blade. I just improved from it. I couldn't use your runes only because I don't know them. If not for Salaark, I wouldn't have been able to do this. Hence I consider Ragnar??k still to be your blade.
"Feel free to look at it with your spells. Lith replied.
Orion was aware that Lith was doing him a great honor. A Forgemaster sharing his workings with a colleague was the highest form of trust and respect between mages.
He decided to accept that honor and took his Forgemastering wand out of his pocket. The moment the silvery tendril of mana touched the blade, the white crystals on the hilt lit up.