Ruth smiled faintly as Enkrid studied the sword in his hands.
The engraved name, Clovis Skye, seemed to radiate with a strange aura around it…
"Who's Clovis? He must be a master smith... Or is he a normal crafter?"
"Clovis is… mysterious," Ruth explained. "Even in the Human Realm, few know his true identity. He never appears in public, never joins guilds, and never reveals his face. Yet his work is unmatched. Every weapon he forges carries a soul of its own. Some say he crafts with materials no mortal should possess. Others would say he's not human at all. Whatever the truth, he's super cool… and it seemed that Sir Cyper commissioned him to make this sword for you."
Enkrid's heart was filled with joy.
To receive equipment from such a legendary crafter was more than he had ever dreamed. He then held the sword tightly, as he felt the weight of Arcane resonance within the blade.
Still, Ruth and the others turned their attention to the rest of the shipment.
