A True Master's Parody.
Cain stared at the blade oozing out a large hollow of steam with excitement. This right here was a true weapon. He could sense the sharpness of its edge. It also wasn't as heavy as before. However, he knew he could still make it as heavy as a mountain if he wanted.
However...
His eyes blazed with the fire of greed and ambition. No human was a stranger to these feelings after all.
He stared at the last mound of Fiend Steel with this blaze in his eyes. Without saying anything, he grabbed at it. Each mound was huge, about the height of a man, and around four men thick. However, Cain could easily pick it up with his {Divine Essence of Metallurgy} skill.
He hoisted it over to the center of the four dragon heads. The eyes of the design heads glowed for a split second before they began belching flames.
Meanwhile, Cain got ready...