Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 1]

Crocea Mors had been lost again in Raven's stronghold. How many times did that make it? My Swordmaster Passive would have been useless by now if my Blacksmithing didn't let me recreate the blade perfectly every time. Although, I had to wonder if it really was the same weapon – being made of completely different material each time.

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"Knowledge is rarely wasted. Have you selected a weapon for yourself?"

"This," I said, hoisting a huge two-handed sword in one hand. It was as big as I was.

Ozpin rolled his eyes. "And how many weapons will that be broken down into, I wonder? No matter. What you do with it is your choice."

He'd hit the nail on the head there. I'd chosen the weapon with the biggest mass I could find for the very purpose of smelting it down and forging Crocea Mors from the remains. What material was left over, I could use to make some other tools for the rest of the Guild.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 1]