Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
Mira stood in front of a large table, hammering away at a large piece of molten metal with a strange hammer.
It was a strange sight considering that the slender girl was lifting a hammer that even hardened warriors would fail to lift, but that was because of the special nature of this hammer.
Clang!
The hammer had a wooden handle, and a large squared head with swirly patterns on its face, the entire thing covered in runes.
Sparks flew out of the hammer, the lightning dancing in the air before fizzling away. The runic symbols ignited, and fire burst forth, pouring atop the sheet of metal as she struck it once more.
Mjolnir, often referred to as the god hammer, was an artifact that had been recovered from the Skentic ruins years ago, a gift passed down by her father to her.
It was a weapon of war, one that could level battlefields in the right hands. But for Mira…
It was a tool.
With one final hit, the piece of metal finally to the right shape.
