"Okay... if your weapon breaks, don't come looking for Oke."
The crystal ball listed the order requirements.
Oke muttered to himself, cradling the greatsword as he moved to the workbench. He picked up the punch and hammer, and began to ding and clang on the side of the greatsword.
Soon, the side of the blade was covered in a dense array of tiny holes.
A sweating Oke went ding and clang again and quickly connected the little holes together to form rows of neat inscriptions—or rather, Netherworld Language.
Considering the effect of this thing, calling it Netherworld Language was indeed appropriate.
As long as the user focused their thoughts and swung forward with all their might, the entire greatsword would explode on contact with the target.
