Odyssey of the Blind God

'What a mess…' Levandor thought as he held the fully forged Runic Lecasmir Spear in his hand.

At the beginning of the day, he had been pretty sure that the day would pass just like every other day. Nothing surprising was supposed to happen and he should have worked on his own Runic armaments to become a better Runicier.

Yet, somehow, Levandor had ended up watching and assessing Nial's Master Runicier test while simultaneously getting specific and custom made requests from the one and only Archmaster Runiciers, who had emerged on Jundra until now.

Levandor had been forced to command all blacksmiths except Beran to stop forging and step aside. This earned him various angry stares, which made the rather young Keril feel uncomfortable.

It was not as if he wanted to stop everyone from doing what they had been doing but he had been forced to follow the commands he had been given.

As he held the Runic Lecasmir Spear in his hand, Levandor could tell that it wouldn't be easy for him to unleash the full power of the Runic Armament.

"Sir…there are three designated configurations I can use upon activating the runic constellations, but I can only use the first and second one confidently…as for the third one it requires too much mana and I'm not confident that I will be able to endure the aftermath of it…the Lecasmir Spear might injure me severely if I fail to handle it well…" Levandor started to stutter when speaking to the Archmaster Runicier, fear evident in his voice and eyes.

He could tell that the Archmaster's patience was waning which was clearly evident based on the way his brow creased. This was weird but Levandor didn't dare to question the abrupt change in the Archmaster's behavior. He was not yet tired of living after all and cherished his life!

"Use the second configuration then," The Archmaster replied before he clicked his tongue reproachfully.

Levandor swallowed his saliva, just to see from the corner of his eyes that Nial was smiling at his response.

The smile on Nial's face was not because he was amused by the conversation between Levandor and the Archmaster Runicier but more because he got to know pretty interesting things.

As long as someone was interested in buying the Runic armaments created during the Master Runicier test, one could just do so.

If Nial was interested, he would have to pay for the Runic solutions and Beran's hard work, instead of the whole Tier-2 Runic Lecasmir Spear.

That was quite interesting but also something Nial couldn't afford. He would rather wait for others to buy them, and for him to get his profit share when someone bought it.

'I should really get my hands on some aspiring blacksmiths and alchemists to create a small comfortable place where I can earn a huge fortune by creating powerful runic armaments,' Nial thought while waiting for Levandor to start the assessment of the first Runic Lecasmir Spear.

He was not worried that anything would go wrong. Instead, it was excitement that filled him as he anticipated Levandor's verdict, both on the forged equipment and his skills.

'I wonder how strong it will be…' He thought as Levandor started inserting his mana inside the Lecasmir Spear.

It didn't even take a second before Levandor had used up almost a quarter of his mana to fill the second configuration of the runic constellations that began to glow up.

The runic constellations emerged above the surface and they began to form the head of a small dragon around the top of the spear shaft and the blade.

Levandor's eyes widened slightly when he saw the small dragon head forming in the air and he imagined various things to happen when he thrust the Lecasmir Spear forward.

Yet, oddly enough nothing happened when Levandor thrust the spear forward.

'Is that it?' Levandor thought for a moment and the blacksmiths from all around were just about to start laughing in ridicule when they saw that the young human stepped forward with a bright smile.

"I forgot to tell you that this set of runic constellations is a tad bit different from the norm. I added the [Command Release] runic constellation, so only the person who is actually allowed to use the runic constellations can use them. Of course, I can simply change the person of authority whenever I want to," He explained before his head flicked in the direction of the surveillance camera.

His milky white, lifeless eyes stared unfocused at the camera before his smile turned even wider. In response, a smile appeared on the face of the Archmaster Runicier on the screen as well. He began to tap his fingers against the armrest of his chair and kept staring at the screen that revealed Levandor and the Lecasmir Spear he was holding tightly.

"Hold tightly," Nial said calmly to Levandor before his composure and voice changed all of a sudden when he spoke a single word with an authority that caused Levandor to instinctively grasp the spear shaft as tightly as possible, "Release!"

The moment Nial issued the command, overwhelming pressure descended onto the whole Hall of Forgers. The blacksmiths, who had been smiling foolishly before, lost their smile and it required a great deal of effort for them to remain standing on the ground.

"A Dragon's Authority?" One of the more knowledgeable Blacksmiths wondered out loud and his head turned to Nial, who just continued to smile toward the Lecasmir Spear.

The small Dragon head had enlarged, a long neck manifested out of flames had formed and the head was now enlarged to the size of a whole smithy.

The Dragon head lunged in all directions because Levandor lost control of the Lecasmir Spear when the terrifying and unexpected scenario had unveiled itself in front of him.

He was not a combatant, and loved his work as a Runicier…he was not adept at facing the pressure of a Dragon, suddenly at that!

However, upon regaining control of the Lecasmir Spaer, the huge blazing Dragon head that had formed out of compressed fiery flames calmed down as its neck retracted.

But just when everyone thought that the attack was over, Levandor's eyes widened as he realized something.

'That was not the attack but just me losing control of the actual attack…the real attack is just coming…' He thought when he felt terrifying pressure being released straight from the Lecasmir Spear that began to heat up.

The poor Keril Runicier heard a crackling sound in his bones as the true might of the runic constellations was unveiled.

"Out of the way, everyone!!!" Levandor could only scream before a terrifying roar swept all over the Hall of Forgers as the head of the blazing Dragon was unleashed and shot forth.

The blazing Dragon head blasted forward and it paved its way through the Hall of Forgers without any mercy. It left behind nothing but destruction in its wake and blazing flames spread out rapidly, devouring everything in its way.

However, the destroyed smithies and the ground that had burst open and melted were just aftermaths of the attack and not the main purpose. The damages could be considered collateral damage, nothing else.

As for the main attack, it occurred the moment the blazing Dragon head impacted the first target that obstructed its way entirely; one of the walls in the Hall of Forgers!

The moment the blazing Dragon head collided with the wall, the force behind the attack was compressed before everything was unleashed at once.

Jaws dropped to the ground and some blacksmiths accidentally pulled their hair at the sight of the terrifying attack that ended up melting through the wall of the Hall of Forgers…a wall that not even attacks of a Deux Original were supposed to destroy, even if they wielded powerful runic armaments.

The compressed flames that were shaped into the fiery blazing dragon dispersed by spreading out in all directions in an explosive manner, creating a second impact to the Hall of Forger's wall that began to crack all around the hole the attack had burst into.

Nial had visualized every moment of the attack in his mind where everything was deeply imprinted. His smile had been replaced by a serious expression as various thoughts flashed through his mind.

"Should I have said that it will be a bit destructive?" He asked innocently, not sure if his words were appropriate. After all, he was not even sure if the Lecasmir Spear had unleashed the desired effect.

The last moments of the attack had been different from what he had intended to achieve but Nial was pretty sure that the attack was not a tiny but weaker than what he had hoped to happen.

"Well…that would have been better…I guess?" Levandor mumbled absentmindedly, not even realizing that his arms were trembling and that he was mindlessly staring at the hole his attack had inflicted to the wall that was more than 500 meters away from him.

"It will be a bit destructive!"