"Have you... found meaning?"
The ever composed [Twilight Duke] finally had a change of expression at this moment. She slowly stood up, looking at him gravely:
"You are no longer yourself, Lord Leoz — no, now you are a senator of Earth. The strength you wield bears no resemblance to what should belong to the Starry Abyss Side."
"Indeed, in the Starry Abyss Side, I was just cannon fodder. My meaning ended there. I can't compete with you lofty lords."
Leoz chuckled:
"Thank you, [Twilight Duke]."
The next moment, he clenched the void and smashed down the Hammer of Authority.
"[Smithing]!"
Clang!
At the call of one strike, legendary craftsmen throughout Earth's long history heeded his command, precisely manipulating the smithing machinery. They deconstructed and analyzed the Holy Sword, thoroughly understanding its original intent and designing the direction for its creation.
"[Smithing]!"
Clang!
