Reinhardt smiled and nodded his head. Now he had something to look forward to.
He was in the midst of conversing with his acquaintances when suddenly he felt a disturbance. A minute mana pulse that was only possible for him to sense because of his Divine Level Mana.
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Training Field, middle of the area…
Inside the crater rested a large warhammer that was carved with faintly visible, ancient looking runes.
At a glance, other than its big size, the hammer looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, it was this weapon that made Tollivar Stout the force he was.
A weapon that could decimate a high-ranking demon in a single strike. A weapon on the level of a holy sword. Ever since it crashed on the training field, it had never left the place and became a part of the knights' training.
Additionally, since it was impossibly heavy, no one ever tried to steal it.
