(This is a flashback, and is also not very relevant to the main story)
FOUR YEARS AGO…
A draconic looking blacksmith slaves away, creating a peculiar weapon. It is spear-like, but with sharp edges coming out, resembling a cross. A young boy observes, filled to the brim with curiosity. The blacksmith hammers the weapon three final times, then dunks it in water.
The blacksmith carves runes into the side, spelling “Crucifixion”. He then hands it to the boy, who flinches, as the weapon is still a bit hot. The blacksmith points to a beaten up wooden dummy, and says to the boy, “Give it a swing.”
The boy hurls the weapon at the dummy, the blade landing square in the chest, and splitting the dummy into two splintered masses of wood. “Jesus Christ, you got an arm, kiddo. You could punch out a Drakoal if you wanted to.”
The boy smiles. “Thank you sir, my training with Rabmon has gone very well if I do say so myself!”
The blacksmith laughs nervously. “Do they have you lifting boulders or somethin’? Honestly, you could crush a human skull with one hand! Now, don’t go tryin’ it, especially on yourself.”
