Everyone began to work hard on the black steel that they had obtained. Although they had a lot of materials, they couldn't waste them, so they worked carefully. Actually, they didn't have any other option aside from being patient since only high-level attacks, spells, and weapons could dent the black steel. So, only a few individuals were able to help with the forging process.
This time, Rain didn't disappear… he just meditated at the top of a mountain, and then when his mana was full, he would walk around the people of the camp and then make copies of the weapons for the people who received the dark metal weapons. Naturally, his creations didn't have any use… when people tried to check their attack power, they frowned since they couldn't even feel the blades of the weapons on their own skin… even though they could feel their weight.
"Those things consume one hundred thousand points of mana… isn't that insane?" Elisabetha asked. "As for their use..."
