Blacksmith's Swordsman
Hale's Point of View
I took a deep breath.
"Damn," I whispered in an exclaim as I stared at the fallen trees ahead and a shiver crawled down my spine.
I almost met my death... again.
"Another fail," I murmured as I blew out a breath and threw the sword that I was holding to the pile of failed creation at the side, creating a metallic sound.
I picked up the last blade and flicked it up the air, catching it with it's handle. I tightened my grip and with a stance, I attempted to flung it on the air. Sending a bountiful amount of energy to the sword, I could feel that familiar sensation grow by the second.
A bubble of joy started to form inside of me. It looks like this would be my first success after the long years!
However, it looks like the heavens changed the
