Orion himself had no idea how War would react if the wrong person picked it up, but as its maker, he could feel how dangerous the enchantment was. What really troubled Lord Ernas, however, was the fact that he had never planned for such safeguard.
There was no trace of it in either his notes or blueprints, yet when he checked the final result of his labors with his Royal Forgemaster wand the extra pseudo core was there nonetheless.
Right after receiving War, Lith needed a guinea pig to understand what kind of threat the blade represented for his family and if it could be used as a means of interrogation.
One day, Lith took all the insignia of his status off, wore civilian clothes, and took a stroll in the slums of Zantia with the priceless blade hung to his hip. It took him less than one hundred steps to be surrounded by armed bandits.
"Give us the blade, empty your pockets, and no one gets hurt." A rough man in his mid-thirties said.
He had blonde hair and a stubble, both as dirty as his clothes. His mouth missed a few teeth, giving the man more a desperate look than a threatening one, yet he handled his knife like a professional.
"Catch." Lith turned his pockets inside-out to show that they were empty and threw the blade in a slow lob.
The thug took the blade from the hilt while it was still in mid-air and War didn’t take the change of ownership well.
The hoodlum suffered the same fate that now was befalling the giant lion. Just like when Lith had first imprinted it, spikes erupted from the hilt and dug through the flesh before turning into hooks, making it impossible to remove them without amputating the limb.
Then, War unleashed all of his enchantments right inside the usurper’s body, bypassing all kinds of protections they could wear. Through something that Lith could only describe as a reversed imprint, the angry blade flooded the enemy with his energy signature, causing mana poisoning.
The hindleg of the Meneos swelled like a balloon while its flesh burned, froze, and rot at the same time, making the earlier pain from the brain damage feel like a pinprick.
But while the hapless criminal had exploded in a burst of rotten meat that made his associates either faint or puke, the creature was much bigger and wiser.
In the time that it had taken War to kill a man, the blade could only corrupt the enormous limb it was stuck unto, giving the Meneos the time to realize the danger it was in and bite off the foreleg before it was too late.
"By the Great Mother, did you really gift such a masterpiece to someone that has yet to recognize you as his master?" Raagu used all the means at her disposal to study War from a distance, but Orion’s workings were well cloaked.
"Only the best for my beloved apprentices." Faluel lied through her teeth as the giant limb exploded and War returned to Lith’s hand on its own.
’If fake mages can craft pieces that powerful with their limited magic, then we Awakened Forgemasters need a damn Ruler of the Flames even more desperately than I thought.
’Whoever made War might be already on par with us.’ The Hydra was firmly against letting the Abominations take part in the Council, but now even her wished that Bytra would soon join their ranks.
Meanwhile, Lith didn’t move from his spot and kept studying his opponent.
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