Countless swords were spread everywhere, but there were strange runes on almost every single sword; they glowed in a golden light, shimmering in a captivating radiance. While a figure clad in mage clothes sat on the table, holding a strange, magical pen-like artifact, engraving runic symbols on another, same structured sword, similar to all the ones lying on the ground everywhere in the engraving chamber.
The man continued to engrave one sword after another with no respite, or sense of time in his surroundings, his focus was unwavering, his will was resolute. Runes were glowing in his eyes as well, Anyone could get lost in those two beautiful blue eyes, the patterns in them shimmering in golden hue.
