"Certainly." At the sight of suspicion and mistrust on Muria's face, the Spirit of the Void straightened his face. He didn't wait for Muria's objection. From the spirit runes on the altar, dozens of brilliant lights flowed out and collectively swept all the Legendary Metal Muria had taken out, feeding them to the Flames.
"Is forging nine weapons at once too rushed? I have time to wait." Muria watched as the Legendary Metal fell into the flames, somewhat helpless, "Isn't it better to forge them individually?"
"Stop doubting my abilities! Young Titan." The Spirit of the Void stared at Muria, "You are standing on me, and everything you see is me. Can just nine weapons be considered something significant?"
"This Metal Floating Island is your body?" Muria tugged at the corner of her mouth, asking incredulously.
"Certainly."
