"The craft used to forge these weapons..."
Gu's voice was slow and deep, like an echo from the heart of a mountain.
"The blacksmiths of our city-state... are a far cry from this."
The blacksmiths of the Giant City-State could also forge mighty weapons, but their work was a crude accumulation of brute force and experience—powerful, yet lacking in finesse.
But this Battle Hammer in his hands held a kind of craftsmanship they could not comprehend.
"Yes, Great Elder."
The young Giant said, bowing his head.
"Master Iron Fist, the best blacksmith in the city-state, has also seen it. He said... he said it doesn't look like something a Mortal could hammer out. It's more like it grew directly out of a volcanic Melting Furnace."
The Great Elder Gu's gaze grew distant.
In his life of over a thousand years, he had spent several centuries roaming this vast world.
