Soon he grew frustrated as his red orb showed no sign of entering the sword while producing constant sizzling noises. It felt like two solid objects had hit against one.
"What's this problem? What's this drawback?" The Dwarf grounded his teeth and pushed the orb even further on the sword. "After all the trial and error, I have come too close to turning away!"
As if on cue with his rant, the red orb released a flame under the influence of constant pressure and began to bore a hole into the sword.
When the entire orb was almost inside. Imfrim positioned his forefinger and removed it. A blinding light erupted and when it dimmed, the smith came face to face with a sword with a red circle at its center.
"Excellent!" Shawn said with a smile.
"All the races are progressing and have something unique. It is nice to see that none of them are weak and they are all developing.