I can...?

Several days passed since Nial had entered his large workshop. He was on his seventh attempt to create a specific runic armament, which he customized for the young Original, who was at the 1st Origin rank.

"Sir…are you sure that it will work out?" The young man, called Phillip, asked quietly, looking at the stump of his right arm. 

He felt a bit uncomfortable standing in front of Nial, the young Original, who had been officially titled the Dark Lord of humanity. 

It was extremely difficult to obtain a title for even grown-ups, let alone for young Originals which was why Nial's achievement was spectacular. Nial was now 21 years old and rumors spread through the shelters that he had gotten control of the strongest Elves in the Forest of Life.

Phillip had seen some Dark Elves running back and forth from the Forest of Life and to the large workshop. They handed over various resources which they had collected from conquering dungeons.