Hephaestus worked day and night to create the sword. His tools scattered across his underground workshop, looking like some sort of natural disaster. Gray plumes of smoke rose up out of the top of the mountain as he worked. “I must make this sword perfect,” he muttered to himself. As he worked he came across many challenges and difficulties. Most of them, he had solved, but there was one problem he could not overcome. Hephaestus could not get the hilt to connect to the blade. As night was coming to an end, he still had this problem so he used a bit of melted metal to put it together, but it still wasn’t completely stable. He just hoped that Alastor would not discover this one flaw in the blade.
