Chapter 166 - Relics and Secrets
Tave knocked on the smithy’s door, and a voice from within invited him to enter. He glanced over his shoulder and asked Lily to wait outside.
Stepping inside, he was immediately greeted—like always—by the suffocating heat that rolled off the forge and slapped his face. The dwarf was still hard at work at his station, hammering steadily on an anvil.
Tave approached and stood quietly for a moment, giving the blacksmith time to finish what he was doing.
He waited. And waited. No words came at first. Then, at last, Fokil stopped his work and turned toward him.
"So, you’re the one behind all that chaos out there?" Those were the dwarf’s first words.
Tave gave an awkward half-smile, caught off guard by the question. "Well... yes, sir. It was me and my rift team. We got caught inside the emergency rift."
Fokil didn’t reply, just gave a look, as if to say: what do you need?
Without delay, Tave pulled out two relics of his—the sword, clearly in need of repair, and with hope that he could get it upgraded using the materials he’d brought back from the rift.
Sure, relics could recover on their own given enough time, but a blacksmith’s hand was something else entirely.
"I’ve managed to harness the power of this mask, sir. It really helped me survive in the rift," he added.
"And this sword... there’s a Unique-grade spirit bound to it."