Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 1]

I held the sword before me and concentrated. Normally, a weapon straight out of the forge would still be rough and covered in slag. It needed to be filed down to reveal the metal within, and to have a cutting edge. Right now, it looked like a hunk of metal more suited to be used as a club.

Eyes flashing, I brought my Engraving forth and cut the edges away, engraving straight into the metal itself. Rather than a pretty pattern, I engraved a sword from the rough material.

Metal fell away in peeled strips and sparks, revealing a beautiful – if functional and plain – sword. The edge was razor sharp, far more than what most Blacksmiths could manage. After all, they needed to rely on files to get what they wanted. I had my Skills.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 1]