Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The hammer swings on and on, the sound of powerful strikes on the anvil echoing through the Starlight Forge as the hammer swings again and again, the echoing bangs telling tales of ancient legend. As each retelling echoed in Val's Anvil, the surrounding air became hazy due to Des's efforts.

Dais could feel the power flowing through him, even though he was blind and old. He forgot the heat and the stench, the smell that hung in the air, his slender body writhing beneath his tattered robes, the fiery light of the Vaal's anvil dancing in his hair. He didn't know how long he'd been working, maybe days, maybe centuries, but what was certain was that it didn't matter to him.

The substance upon which the hammer strikes the anvil is formless and ephemeral, harder than the silver of Israma, and it refuses to be shaped. But Des believes that as long as he is given enough time, he can study calmly. He believes that he can control any material because he is the incarnation of Val.

After a long time, Dess nodded and took a breath. He put down the hammer and pliers in his hands exhaustedly. He bent down and gently touched the hot metal in the furnace with his hands. The heat was not a problem at all for him. At his touch, material hands grasped him, and the matter began to cool, forming a flawless weapon. This is not just a simple weapon, but a legendary sword with mysterious powers unique to Vaal.

Through the embers of the fire, Dess saw his reflection through his cloth-covered blind eyes. His old face was covered with wrinkles. In this forge of stars, he found the power of immortality and became the master of time.

Raising his head, Dais stared at the sky in the distance, where countless stars were shining. He knows that difficult challenges await him, and he will face them with his undying tenacity and wisdom. He held the weapon in his arms, feeling the power it contained. This was not only a weapon, but also a symbol. This would be his gift to the Twilight sisters.

Dess holding the weapon left the Vaal Anvil and came to the treasure house. The door of the treasure house opened with his arrival. He walked through the door of the treasure house and stepped into a space full of treasures. The light fell from the high dome, reflecting on various treasures, shining colorful light. His eyes wandered in the treasure house, looking for what he needed.

There was no rummaging, because Dice knew that he was not old enough to be demented. He came to a corner deep in the treasure house, where an ancient wooden box was placed. The wooden box is made of a rare ancient wood, which comes from Avalon in ancient times and possesses mysterious power. The mottled texture on the surface of the wooden box shows that it has experienced countless years of wind and rain. It seems to be a witness of time, carrying ancient memories and stories.

Dais gently touched the surface of the wooden box, feeling the ancient atmosphere it conveyed. In his memory, this wooden box has always existed, like an old friend, silently waiting for his return. He opened the wooden box, and a strong scent of sandalwood emitted from it, as if it was the accumulation of time.

There were more than a few moments when Dice thought he might never open the box. After all, the Ancient Sage is no longer here. However, life sometimes brings surprises to people. At unexpected moments, the Ancient Sage finally comes back.

There was no gold, no gems, and no coins in the wooden box, only the hilt of the sword. Dais stared at the hilt of the sword, which was familiar yet unfamiliar. He clearly remembered that he found this hilt under the guidance of Val when he was still in Ulthuan. At that time there was still no major invasion, no war, everything was so peaceful and peaceful.

Dais picked up the hilt of the sword and stroked it gently, feeling the power contained in the hilt. This was not an ordinary sword hilt, but a legendary treasure. But he couldn't feel any connection between the sword hilt and himself. He remembered that Val clearly told him at that time that the sword hilt was the creation of the ancient saint, the creation of the mysterious alien from outside.

The hilt of the sword was filled with a strange feeling. The surface was smooth and cold, as if it was made of an unknown alloy material, and shone with a faint blue light.

Dess was immersed in curiosity about the hilt, trying to explore the mysterious power contained in the hilt. However, the sword hilt did not respond to him, but he could still feel the powerful power contained in the sword hilt.

"When you come back, the master will eventually take away what belongs to you."

Dais knew that the hilt of the sword did not belong to him. It was the legacy of the ancient saints and a treasure left by the ancient guardians. But even so, he still felt the weight of responsibility. He knew that the hilt of the sword was destined to belong to Darkus. As Val's blacksmith, as Val's incarnation, his responsibility was to forge weapons for Darkus. A weapon that can protect this world.

"Skill and wisdom."

Dais took a deep breath and decided to accept the challenge. He will use his skills and wisdom to create an unparalleled weapon for Darkus, a weapon that can continue the world.

Holding the hilt of the sword, Dais slowly closed the wooden box, then wandered around the treasure house, and finally his footsteps stopped in front of a fragment.

"The Sword of Kane." Dess sighed as he stared at the fragments.

The sword of Khaine has many poetic names, the Widowmaker, the Godslayer, the Destroyer of Worlds, the Spear of Vengeance, the Death Shard, the Ice Fang, the Blight of Heaven, and many more. A truly extraordinary weapon. It is considered to be the most powerful weapon in the Middle Ages, more powerful than the Empire's Gael Maraz and the Dwarves' Grimnir Axe, and even powerful enough to kill a god. It is so powerful that if wielded again, it can change the course of history for the elves and the entire world.

The Sword of Khaine appears in different forms, changing its form to suit the viewer's personal preference. When Aenarion first saw it, it changed many times. It first appeared in the vague form of swords, knives, axes, bows, and unknown strange weapons of the elves, and finally settled in the form of a long-edged sword. Its black blade is engraved with red runes of misery and destruction.

When Malekith saw the Sword of Khaine, it appeared and disappeared in appearance, oscillating between an axe, a sword and a spear, and finally settled in the form of a scepter, which symbolized Then he can conquer the world with all elves as weapons. At the end, he saw the Sword of Kane again. Different from the first time he saw it, the Sword of Kane was a spear with a head shining with red lightning and a handle made of bone.

To Caledor I, the Sword of Khaine was a spear. No one knows what Tesiris saw because he died. To Tyrion, the Sword of Khaine was a long-edged sword, as Aenarion saw it.

During the war between the Elven Gods and the Chaos Gods, Khaine fought Slaanesh, wielding the Sword of Khaine and carving a scar on Slaanesh's perfect face that would never fully heal. In response, Slaanesh damaged the Sword of Khaine, and a fragment fell away, eventually falling into Athel Loren.

What was displayed in front of Des was just a fragment, like a piece of casting material. He saw no weapons, no magic books.

Originally, the Sword of Khaine was forged by Vaal.

Now, as Val's incarnation, Dess picks up the shard, which he will reforge and reshape, allowing the shard to become the spine of the sword's hilt. (End of chapter)