Derrick stared at the golden blade with stars in his eyes.
Magical weapons were just that, weapons crafted and imbued with magic, giving them distinct magical characteristics.
Just like magical potential, they were ranked using the same grade, going all the way up to grandmaster.
Most low grade magical weapons needed to draw upon the mana of their weilder, while higher grades had their own separate mana core.
The king broke the silence by swinging the sword and using it to make a slight dent in the palace walls.
Derrick's eyes widened upon the realization what he had just seen broke every magical rule known to man.
The walls of the palace were fortified with every protection spell and rune imaginable. Besides that, they were made with materials so durable that it should have been impossible to cut through.
"This sword has been bestowed with several enchantments, but there are three which set it apart from the rest." The king started, waving the sword around gracefully.
