Blood dripped down, soaking the grandiose altar that stood like a mountain completely in Muria's blood. On it, all the spirit runes had taken on the color of Muria's blood, and the Eternal Flame on the ninth level of the altar had turned a faint gold,
Within the flames, the Legendary Metal melted continuously, slowly undergoing a wonderful transformation. It radiated a brilliant spirit light, shrinking and expanding as if it had its own life, breathing in and out.
"Is it enough now?" Muria stared at the Eternal Flame in front of him, which had been altered in color and aura by his blood, with a pale face. There were no wounds on his body, but under his feet, nineteen golden Soul Intent Circles rotated slowly.
"Almost."
"After I leave, I'll ask other Titans about their weapon forging process," Muria declared bitterly. "If it's different from mine, when I become a Legend, I will come back and tear you down."
