Once the mixture was complete, and the soul crystal dust was thoroughly dispersed into the metal, Seth lifted the cauldron from the forge's fire and began to pour his concoction into the mold.
The mold was just to get him into the general ball park of the shape, mainly when it came to the handle, so it wasn't perfect. Thus why he had to resort to his ham fisted metal punching antics.
But there was another reason for him doing so, instead of switching what he was making or finding a better mold. Pouring metal into a hole and calling it a day wasn't enough to imbue his intent, at least not with his skill level. Maybe Titus could somehow, but he certainly couldn't.
This was still an emerging technique, so he needed to test if it even worked at all before seeking out short cuts. So, he needed to beat his intent into the metal as he shaped it into a form to suit its name.
A little barbaric, but it's what he needed to do to know if his idea worked.
