Giharin unhesitatingly inserted the freshly forged two-handed greatsword's end directly into the weapon's handle, fitting seamlessly.
It seemed as if he had measured it in advance with precision instruments. In fact, from start to finish, he had been touching, looking, and perceiving.
At his level, his own senses were the best instruments.
Whoosh!
At the moment of contact, scorching flames erupted from the two-handed greatsword.
Giharin, caught off guard, was briefly singed by the searing flames even though he sidestepped swiftly, leaving a large patch of his snow-white beard scorched.
Giharin couldn't afford to worry about his beloved beard, as he examined the brand-new weapon up and down.
Now it was melded into one; the fiery red spread along the sword's body, forming intricate and beautiful flame tattoos on it, much like the dragon scales of a Red Dragon, emitting a dazzling magic aura.
"Advanced Magic Weapon, this is an advanced magic weapon!"
