Isaac's POV
Isaac stood on top of the watchtower, a part of the outer city wall connected to Aeternum University's stronghold.
It was high, but not high enough to see the entire city.
That didn't matter to him.
It was high enough for what he needed to do.
He glanced down at the device in his hand. Still nothing.
He checked again.
Then, finally, a ping came from Celia.
Celia: On my way.
Isaac let out a short breath. "Finally."
He rolled his shoulder once, then turned to the weapon resting beside the wall.
It was a long spear, forged from Hell-Iron Myre by Tyr.
It was just a prototype.
Tyr had been testing what he could do with the metal, and he had created it days ago.
Celia had brought it from the blacksmith shop in the Sanctum of Masters' stronghold.
The spear wasn't complete. Its finish was rough, and the balance was a little off. But none of that mattered.
He lifted it, gave it a test spin, then nodded to himself.
Good enough.
