A flicker of pride warmed her chest. "Luckily, the boy had the sense to show them this simple method," Ellina muttered under her breath. "If he had asked them to forge flying weapons or high-tier artefacts on their first try, we'd be standing in a graveyard of wasted ore."
She took a certain academic pleasure in downplaying the difficulty. To her, comparing the construction of these specialised spears to the intricate, multi-layered soul-binding required for flying weaponry was almost insulting to her craft.
Yet, in her heart, she knew she was being unfair. She saw the sweat on the brows of her masters and the intense focus in their eyes; they weren't just making spears, they were striving for a perfection that could withstand a god's wrath.
