The two spears rested upon the surface of the Dao Forge, their presence quiet yet overwhelming. No radiant aura burst forth, no blinding light filled the realm, and yet every person present could feel it.
The space around them seed subtly heavier, as if sothing fundantal had shifted.
The Dao Forge itself, a construct that had witnessed countless creations across eras, humd faintly as though acknowledging the birth of sothing rare even by its own standards.
Lin Mu stood a short distance away, his gaze fixed upon the weapons.
The long months of effort, the exhaustion, the failures, and the breakthroughs all culminated in this single mont. He did not step forward imdiately. Instead, he allowed himself to take it in fully, letting the reality settle within him.
The dwarven elders were less restrained.
They approached slowly at first, almost cautiously, as if fearing that this vision might disappear if they moved too quickly. One of them reached out, his hand trembling ever so slightly before hovering just above the surface of one of the spears.
He did not touch it imdiately. Instead, he observed it closely, his eyes tracing every contour, every subtle shift in its structure.
Another elder circled the second spear, his expression shifting between awe and disbelief. He bent slightly, inspecting the handle, the grooves, the seamless integration of the abdon material that had been shaped and rged with such precision.
"This…" one of them finally spoke, his voice low and unsteady, "…this is beyond anything we have ever created."
No one contradicted him for they all knew it to be true.
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