"H-How... how did you...?" The grandour asked nervously, staring up at the old man standing in front of him. Eisen glared down, locking eyes with the fire giant, "How? It's the true mountain-splitting blade, obviously. It makes sense that you wouldn't realize it, since you apparently only use a mockery of the sword art created by my dear friend."
The grandour's teeth rubbed against each other, as if he was trying to grind them into dust, before slowly standing up again, "A mockery? All I did was make it my own! I am the grandour, the lord of all fire giants, including you!"
