Liam furrowed his brows in confusion. "That makes no sense."
"Aye."
"You just provide the material, and your hands do the rest?"
"Aye. Something like that."
"Show me."
Kamjin scoffed with pride. He took out a piece of vicirum metal, then took out his hammer.
"This is going to take me out of commission for at least one or two years… but whatever," Kamjin said with a slow sigh. "A short price to pay for the hospitality."
Liam didn't understand what the man meant by that.
But it was the first time Liam laid eyes on the Iron Hammer's iron hammer.
It looked… fairly normal.
It was like any other tool… albeit heavily stained by black marks.
However, looks could be deceiving. Liam used Spirit Sight, and a profound, ghostly silver energy radiated from it.
Liam didn't know what exactly it was… but it gave him a strange feeling.
A moment later, Kamjin started striking the ingot of vicirum metal.
