"Very well," Vorgvir said, finally accepting the young man's words. "I will do what you wish." As he said, he slowly turned to his own workshop, looking at the metal he was working on.
However….." He stopped for a second, turning back. "You came here seeking the forge of a legend," Vorgvir spoke, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "But forging a weapon is not a mere craft. It requires understanding, sacrifice, and a journey into the depths of one's soul. Are you ready to tread such a path, young one?"
The young man nodded resolutely. "No matter how painful, how agonizing the path, I won't sway. I have not once forgotten the past. I carry the weight of my purpose with every step, and I am ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead."
The Vorgvir nodded his head as he averted his gaze. He couldn't keep looking at the young man's burning eyes.
