The two spears rested upon the surface of the Dao Forge, their presence quiet yet overwhelming. No radiant aura burst forth, no blinding light filled the realm, and yet every person present could feel it.
The space around them seemed subtly heavier, as if something fundamental had shifted.
The Dao Forge itself, a construct that had witnessed countless creations across eras, hummed faintly as though acknowledging the birth of something rare even by its own standards.
Lin Mu stood a short distance away, his gaze fixed upon the weapons.
The long months of effort, the exhaustion, the failures, and the breakthroughs all culminated in this single moment. He did not step forward immediately. Instead, he allowed himself to take it in fully, letting the reality settle within him.
The dwarven elders were less restrained.
