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Afternoon sunlight spilled through the window, painting golden streaks across the wooden floor. The faint scraping of metal echoed in the quiet room as Oliver carefully etched glowing symbols along the blade's surface. His hands moved with precision, the lines steady and deliberate — each rune stroke faintly pulsing before fading into the metal.
Just then, the door creaked open.
Isolde stepped in, her usual composed grace filling the room. "New weapon?" she asked, crossing her arms. Her tone was light, but her crimson eyes flickered with curiosity. "Don't tell me you already mastered the fire rune I taught you?"
Oliver looked up, brushing away a strand of hair from his forehead. "Ah, yeah. I've been practicing since morning. The sword from before isn't holding up anymore, so I thought I'd make a new one. Something I can rely on for tomorrow's mission."
