Nyx, The Nibbler Of Tails
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There was only one word for this pickaxe… Utterly MONSTROUS!
"I never thought you guys would make something this monstrously strong for a mere pickaxe." I sighed.
"What? "MERE"?!" Asked Baldur angrily.
"Pickaxes are our pride and joy, they're the very best friend inside a mine. Without them, our entire country wouldn't exist." Said Balladur. "They're the glory of our tribe."
"The two of them wanted to make the best pickaxe they had ever made for you, Lady Maria." Said Darfu. "Although they complained there were not enough materials, they really made something ridiculous with what they had."
"H-How come it has such insane Abilities though?" I wondered.
"It received the Divine Protection of the Goddess of Earth, that's why." Said Baldur.
"Indeed, she blessed this Pickaxe. Can't you tell already? it is named Atlas by her." Balladur added.
"Wait what? So gods can bless items?" I wondered.