Leo had no idea what Eitri was doing.
It had already been several months since he had forged the Dragon Blade. Was Eitri still savoring its lingering aftertaste?
He couldn't quite understand it, but he was somewhat curious about this new outsider.
Such opportunities were extremely rare.
Although Nidavellir had hidden itself away, outsiders from across the universe would still occasionally land there by chance.
Usually, one of the Dwarves would forge a weapon for them, both to hone their own skills and to test whether they could create a true divine weapon and raise their forging abilities to an entirely new level.
This sort of behavior couldn't be stopped.
After all, if no outsiders ever came again, the Dwarves who had no one else to forge weapons for would go mad.
An outsider who appeared unexpectedly once every dozen or several dozen years could instead greatly invigorate the Dwarves' enthusiasm and drive.
At least, they had a chance to attempt it.
All the Dwarves' usual training was for the sake of this rare opportunity, and everyone worked desperately hard with hope in their hearts.
As for the outsiders, they were usually astonished that the Dwarves still existed, after which they would gladly accept the Dwarves' forging services.
This was an opportunity countless warriors across the universe dreamed of.
To have it suddenly land in their lap—how could they possibly refuse?
No one would reject such a heaven-sent windfall.
It had been more than sixty years since the last outsider, other than Leo, had landed here.
That was why everyone was incredibly excited.
Especially after witnessing the Clan Leader forge a top-tier divine weapon last time, everyone seemed to have gained some insight, and their skills had improved.
Now, all of them were gathered around the Ring Forge.
Atop it,