Ellina moved from oven to oven, correcting grips, adjusting temperatures, and providing constant guidance on how to properly craft these advanced armaments.
The trick wasn't necessarily difficult to grasp, but the execution required a level of precision that few could master on their first try. Some took to it instinctively, while others struggled to maintain the delicate balance required for the weapon to remain stable in flight.
While forging masters worked, Fang was leading Berry and a handpicked group of one hundred masters back toward the front lines. They moved with purpose, weapons drawn and ready for a brutal slog through the monster-infested streets.
However, the moment they passed through the portal, they were greeted by a sight so unexpected it brought the entire group to a dead halt.
"What the hell happened here?!" Fang barked, his hand tightening on his spear.
