After that incident, which nobody except the king, the soldiers, and Erend' group knew about, the forging process continued unabated.
The production of Starsteel weapons resumed with renewed vigor, each weapon forged to perfection, gleaming with an ethereal light. The dwarven blacksmiths, fueled by their unbroken resolve, hammered away, creating swords, axes, and shields that possessed unmatched sharpness and durability.
The blacksmiths had faces beaming with happiness as they hammered the metal, watching every spark come out and shine on their faces.
Then, when the weapons were finally finished, a happy laugh came out of them, showing how enjoyable the work was because they were able to work on forging the Starsteel.
