Unlike the enormous iron glove from before, what appeared before Leo now was a huge hammer covered in cracks, yet still brimming with a surging presence.
In appearance, it was somewhat similar to Thor's Mjolnir, but it was several times larger.
Its entire body was not the silvery white of Mjolnir, but an iron-gray color, almost exactly the same shade as the Dwarven Forging Energy Leo had seen emanating from Eitri earlier.
"This hammer is the Forging Hammer that best represents the weapons forged by the Dwarves in the beginning. It can work together with our Dwarven Forging Energy, providing a tremendous boost both in battle and in forging."
"Although this idea seems somewhat outdated from our current perspective, and it isn't particularly convenient to use, it represents the most precious product of that era, as well as the original form of our civilization."
Eitri looked at the Forging Hammer in the display case before him, its surface covered in cracks as if it would shatter the moment someone picked it up, and spoke with some emotion.
"Why haven't you repaired it? It looks like it could break at any moment."
Leo asked curiously.
His senses told him something strange about the Warhammer. Although it possessed an inexplicable presence, the energy contained within it was so weak that it was almost nonexistent.
Its overall condition was exactly as it appeared, covered in countless hidden cracks and injuries, making large movements impossible.
Of course, it wasn't truly on the verge of collapse. Even swinging it with great force would have difficulty breaking it. But to the Dwarves, an artifact this fragile was indeed extremely dangerous.
"No. My father warned me that even if it could be repaired, I must never try to repair this hammer."
"Although it represents the previous era,