Scientists of Fjorland
The Valkyries and blacksmiths crowded closer, their faces a mixture of curiosity and cautious optimism. The weapon, though undeniably unique, lacked the regal elegance of their traditional Valkyrie blades. Yet, the faint celestial glow emanating from the metal hinted at a hidden power, a promise of unmatched sharpness.
Anya stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the weapon. "May I see it?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism.
Alex extended the weapon towards her, his grip firm yet gentle. "Of course, Queen Anya. Feel the potential for yourself."
Anya grasped the hilt, the warmth radiating through the leather grip surprising her. It felt alive, humming with a faint energy that resonated deep within her.
As she brought the blade closer, the residual heat hit her face in a wave, causing her to flinch slightly. Yet, she persevered, her gaze drawn to the sharpened edge.