"A blade forged of metal from the core of the earth." A loud clanking sound echoed through the lava filled room, "Folded a million times and sharpened to absolute perfection, my single greatest creation. Bulhaeng." The woman stood infront of a sword, its blade still glowing bright red.
Jae Yoon looked at the sword, his eyes fixated on the red glow, "Bulhaeng."
"You requested for a sword so sharp and strong it could pierce through the fabric of time and space and alter the future." Jade picked up the still hot sword from the handle, its hilt resembling a coin, "The Misfortune." She swung the blade downwards, cutting through the anvil she had crafted the blade on like a hot knife through butter.
