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[Mótsognir POV]

Forging the weapon of a god was always a delicate process, aye I knew that much, one wrong step and the entire thing would go to waste, kaboom, meaning everything had to go down perfectly. Taking a deep breath I took an apron and a pair of gloves from my table.

With care I took the fang of the mighty Fenrir and placed it by the furnace in the forge, letting it heat up until it could be worked with; meanwhile, I took to a nearby workbench with various mana-working tools, and began carving chunks off of a the essences the kid has brought thinning and refining them until they took the shape I wanted, thin for infusing purposes, "This ought to do," I muttered with smile, I loved a challenge, I was a dwarf I lived for this!

Turning my attention to the forge once again, I saw the fang was already sufficiently hot, meaning I could finally get my hammer on that, with a smile I fixed a magical metal wedge on the anvil I was going to use, before taking the tongs of my table and using them to take the red-hot fang off the forge; once that was done I placed the fang on the wedge, and using my trusty hammer, I started to mold the fang with it, what a day! Haha. My goal was simple to break the fang into little pieces, and then break those little pieces into dust, which was harder than it sounded, considering Fenrir was immune to physical damage, while his brother was immune to magical damage, meaning working on their parts was probably the most difficult thing I would ever have to do.

Little by little, the fang gave in to my hammer strikes like all materials eventually do, mostly it was thanks to the magical enchant the hammer had for this job, because no amount of physical force was strong enough to break the fang, once the fang was broken, I took the pieces into the furnace once again to heat them up some more, the next step was turning them into dust, so I had to heat them up a lot, hahaha who would've guessed, that I would get the chance to work with these fine materials, I am happy dwarf, ain't gonna lie.

Using another hammer, I began pounding on the scale of Jörmungandr, one that I had previously put under an acidic solution made specifically to make the tough scale more workable, this was probably the hardest part of my job, because I would have to infuse the scale with the true essences, and considering the scale was immune to Magic, it was hard… but I had to do it, so that I could melt it all down together, normally this would've been impossible, but I ain't no quitter, a dwarf never drops down the towel.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the essences I had previously moulded, and with my mana working tools, I started to force the infusion, which under normal circumstances would take centuries, but the kid has procured the best virgin tears ever, which were known for having miraculous capabilities in the forge, which made my job a lot easier.

Dropping half of the tears on the scale to make the scale easier to mold and keeping the other half for the last past, I took the opportunity where the scale started to drop its natural defenses toto infuse the essences inside of the core of the scale, the tears would make the scale vulnerable to Magic momentarily, so with that done, I put the scale inside the forge, after all, I had to melt it down before the Magic resistance came back on, the tears would only keep that down a few minutes at much.

The scale rapidly started to melt down as expected, forming a mix of a new element, one that was the result of the mix between the scale, the tears and the mana essence making a blue and white substance of pure mana and anti mana, heh, what a bizarre weapon this kid was going to have. With a smile I waited for the scale and the other items to fully merge before I pulled the result out and started to mold it once again.

When I was finally satisfied with the shape it had taken, I put the substance out of the forge and turned back to the Fang where I continued between the fang to dust, this was the final ingredient, it took me a while, one hundred and forty hours of non stop hammering, but I managed to create the amount of wolf dust I was looking for, godly wolf dust at that. Content with my craftsmanship, I heated the wolf dust with the substance I had previously mixed before, once more until it was red-hot adding the last few tears I still had to make sure the substance would allow me to work on it, before quenching it in a nearby vat of oil, "Now to shape it," I hummed.

With a smile took the substance out, examining it. The result was perfect, there were no impurities on it, and its malleability was stellar. Now to the last step, the golden blood of the child, "Now let's see what shape takes your weapon lad," I chuckled, dripping the gold ichor I had collected from Adam on the substance, now the weapon would come to life, to match its owner.

With a loud explosion, the gold ichor mixed with the flawless substance, creating a new type of weapon, one that was probably my magnum opus, "It's… beautiful," I muttered, as a well deserved feeling of pride invaded my chest, the weapon took the shape of a small universe, with stars and constellations, all the inside a singular shape, a small ball, a weapon that would change between being immune to Magic and immune physical damage, depending of the user's wish, "The lad is going to love this," I smiled, how could he not?! I had once again exceeded myself.