After waiting for almost ten minutes, everything seemed to be complete. When Thanatos stopped working on the sword, it was covered with a black layer... a colour. There was something that looked like a flower where the hilt was attached to the sword. It resembled a flower with thorns protruding outwards.
The sword had managed to become as thin as paper.
"It's unstable," Thanatos said, looking at the gods and goddesses around him. It was clear and obvious that he was asking for help from someone.
Still, no help came. Thanatos, of course, accepted this with understanding. After all, entering into a relationship with the essence of another god or goddess could bring about their own demise.
Still, after just a few glances, a man no one had expected appeared from among the crowd of gods and goddesses gathered behind Atlas.
When Thanatos saw the man, he did nothing but say, "I am honoured."
