Pearl's spear formed at the end of an arduous five hours of work. The workshop still burned bright red from the heat that was required to reshape the spear and make it take form.
In the end, Pearl poured his blood onto the artifact to refine it, and even that hadn't been enough, so he had been forced to pour in a single drop of his Blood Essence.
Pearl was immediately weaker, but the spear formed in the end.
What came out in the end was a bone-white spear, tipped like a bone fragment more than anything, with blue lines running down the shaft that glowed and pulsed each time, starting from the base to the tip.
Alex and the Artifact God stood at the sidelines, a mess in themselves as they looked at the spear in Pearl's grip.
Pearl was no better than either of them, his blond hair fizzled out from the heat and aura.
"I don't think making the robe had been this intense, right?" Alex asked.
