Blaze, who had stopped after long hours of forging, looked at Iwan.
"Don't come close unless you want to burn by a sharp heat that will ravage your body."
Iwan stopped as he heard the warning from Blaze.
The soul blade didn't just look crimson; the heat rising from it was enough to challenge the flames of Blaze.
"There is still one last thing left."
Blaze mumbled before letting the sword rest on the Anvil along with Orhamir.
'Isn't he going to hammer it more?'
Iwan wondered while yawning. Even though he was questioning it, Iwan was glad that the loud hammering had stopped.
No matter how much he tried to hide it, he had already reached his limit of staring at a single motion without getting bored.
"A hilt and a scabbard."
Blaze said while passing Iwan and reaching his design table.
Iwan was taken back for a moment.