Gensai and Ambrose entered the ruined blacksmith shop; its walls and roof had crumbled apart because of the explosions.
In the middle of the shop, there was a large, long-bladed crimson sword stuck in the ground. The sword emitted a faint, eerie glow, captivating their attention.
It's size and craftsmanship were unlike anything they had ever seen before. The size was easily twice as long as a typical sword, and the intricate designs etched onto the blade appeared to be the work of a master craftsman.
"What is the meaning of this?" Ambrose turned to look at the Wisdom King. "You said that there were two swords, but there is only one? And this sword is not a shortsword, but a great sword."
"Gensai." The Wisdom King let the newly-crowned master blacksmith explain.
"There were two shortswords originally." Gensai crossed his muscular arms and looked at the great sword with great interest. "But then they fused together to create his great sword."
