Nidavellir was one of the few completely neutral civilizations in the entire star field. Thus, those who had once come to Nidavellir to forge divine weapons and knew its detailed information and location would choose to flee there for refuge after being hunted down.
Of course, they had not expected that Nidavellir had almost no means of treatment and would not even offer them much protection.
Thus, when they died, the ownerless divine weapons they left behind were collected by the Dwarves and placed in the treasury.
As for their corpses, they would presumably be handed over to the powerful civilizations that came seeking them and demanding their capture.
After all, those who could provoke a star-field-wide manhunt and encirclement would never be minor figures, and those capable of hunting them down would certainly not be small organizations or teams.
The Dwarves would not shelter these wanted criminals. That had merely been the last hope of those criminals, but clearly, they had been mistaken.
Even so, there were only six ownerless divine weapons left in Nidavellir.
"More or less. According to the records, the owners of those divine weapons all came to Nidavellir seeking shelter and treatment. But the treatment methods of our Dwarves were not suitable for them. After we accidentally treated one person to death, we established a rule never to provide treatment to outsiders again."
Eitri flipped through the relevant records once more before saying this.
"All right, let's continue. What did you do next? You still had four chances left to forge Nirvana Gold."
"We used one of those chances to perform Source Depletion on a low-level divine weapon, and it was highly successful. We completely erased the Source Lord's aura attached to that divine weapon. All that remained was for it to undergo Source Infusion