"I have another question," he said.
"Spill it," the old woman said.
"Every time I touch a sword, I feel like I'm touching a mysterious realm of enlightenment, but it always seems to evade me. Despite that, with my sword, I'm able to generate an invisible force that seems to cut through everything. When I finished forging my blade, I was able to generate a blood-red force that seems to cut through anything it comes into contact with," he said.
"Show me," the old woman's face glinted.
He took his sword out; her face changed when she saw the sword.
"Good sword," she said.
"Is it perhaps an embryo weapon?" she asked.
"What's an embryo weapon?" he asked.
"A weapon that can grow," she answered.
"Yes," he answered.
Her face widened.
"What did you use to forge it?" she asked.
"A combination of essence ore, ice ore, and black iron," he answered.
"No, the main component," she asked.
