[In the middle of the ocean, random island, Steelweaver's POV.]
The boy was doing it! He really was doing it!
When Harmon had shown him this runic tool, he had promised that no runesmith was capable enough to get the better of it. And no other pathfinder under transcendent rank could do anything to break it or unlock it.
The legendary rank monster they had used for making this prime runic tool was not a simple one either. That was a really ferocious one for a legendary rank.
And still.. Years later, here was a brat, barely a transcendent, who dared to break the runic tool made by a god. What would Harmon have said if he could see this? He would be shocked to his core for sure. Steelweaver would have enjoyed that look on his old geezer face. It would have been fuel for many laughs.
But.. Harmon wasn't here now. Neither was anyone else. He was alone.
The black chains made a noise as they strained under the furious assault of the clever runesmith before him.
