Scythe

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Gradually the dragon's fang turned into a liquid, each drop of which contained a huge amount of blood, roughly comparable to Wain's blood. Ceozi had already prepared a special mold for melting the scythe, but unlike the sword blade, she couldn't do everything at once since the construction of the scythe was much more complicated.

'Damn... I need to make several different parts and then put them together... Compared to that, making a sword where you only need one straight blade is very easy...' Ceozi inwardly muttered as her ring shone brightly. 

A hammer appeared in her hand one side of which was covered with a dense layer of ice while the other side burned brightly with a red flame.

"Wow, isn't that hammer the perfect tool for a blacksmith?" Wain muttered with a dazed look, realizing how useful such a hammer could be.

"Hmm? What is she going to do?" Nicole muttered with a confused look as she touched her lips.