On Nidavellir, atop the Ring Forge platform, a flash of blue light flickered, and Leo stepped out of it.
"Eitri, what's wrong?"
Leo looked toward Eitri. Nearly a hundred Dwarves had gathered around them, all gazing in their direction.
Leo had been somewhat nervous at first, thinking something had happened to Nidavellir again. But from the looks of things, it wasn't what he had imagined.
"The Strength Bracer has entered the forming stage. I need you to imbue it with your divine power. Perhaps that will increase its energy level."
Eitri looked at Leo seriously as he spoke, his expression solemn.
"Okay!"
Leo immediately agreed without the slightest hesitation.
That was the answer Eitri wanted. When it came to forging divine artifacts, the Dwarves had never liked to joke around.
Even without Leo, this bracer could still be completed, but at most, it would only become a low-grade divine artifact.
But now, none of the previous steps had encountered any accidents, which meant they had entered the final stage.
Eitri reached out and slapped the mold on the platform before picking it up.
Perhaps because of the magnetic field generated by the Tool Bracer on Eitri's hand, the entire mold floated in his grasp.
After several dozen seconds of cooling, a faint pressure slowly began to seep from within the mold.
Cracks began to appear across the mold, each one extremely conspicuous.
Faint golden light could be seen within, but as the cracks gradually widened, the mold slowly shattered in Eitri's hands.
Eitri's expression changed. "Leo, the mold can't withstand the power inside. You'll have to control it. The force field from my bracer can't hold it together any longer."
Leo blurred into motion and instantly took the roughly head-sized metal mold from Eitri's hands.
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