Rivyn woke up with a rare sense of accomplishment. He had forged a weapon he was genuinely proud of. It wasn't just any sword—it was a magic-infused blade with abilities that rivaled anything he'd crafted before. Eager to see if the weapon's energy was still there, he picked it up. The sword's surface felt warm, a faint hum of mana radiating from the blade itself. He realized that the mithril's conductivity had allowed the sword to absorb a significant amount of mana, just as he'd hoped.