“What are you doing? They're yours to manage now. Finish them properly,” Surtr said.0

“Yes,” Davey replied.0

The two focused in silence on what they needed to do. 0

Davey held the blade of Red Ribbon heated in the fire then began hammering, folding, and unfolding over and over. 0

The metal still had the ego, authority, and power it had accumulated over a long period of time within it. This wasn’t just any normal metal—it was a magic sword that defied the rules of normal weaponry and manifested authority. These were the very weapons that had proudly called him daddy—failure wasn’t an option.0

Davey was covered in sweat as the intense heat bore down on him, but he gripped the hammer firmly and struck with all his might.  0

Clang! 0

A clear sound rang out as an intangible wave spread from the blade. Surtr quickly adjusted the blade’s position with tongs, and Davey hammered away at the two red-hot swords, super focused. 0

And just like that, fifteen days passed in the forge. 0

* * *0

Zzz… Snrk… Zzz…0

The intense heat that filled the forge, seemingly capable of melting the entire place, vanished as if it had never been there.0

Davey silently saw the two swords glowing in red and blue shimmer under the night sky. After they were done working on them, Surtr had fallen asleep without saying a word. As promised, he had assisted Davey from start to finish without offering any advice, but they had managed to work in perfect...0