Ludwig pulled out [Noctivex]. He didn't say a word and simply held it between him and Andre.
The cube looked harmless at a glance, too small to justify the weight it carried in Ludwig's mind. In the forge's light, it reflected a dull darkness that wasn't truly black, more like metal that had swallowed too much heat and never let it go. Ludwig kept his grip steady, letting the object speak for him. If he framed it wrong with words, he would poison the moment before it began.
Andre took a single glance at the cube and realized what Ludwig intended to do.
"This is why you wish to rule over metal…" Andre said as he tried to touch the cube.
"Careful," Ludwig said, "It hates without reason."
"I've had my share of weapons that despised hands that didn't earn their trust or were of adequate worthiness to carry. Worry not." Andre said as he grabbed the cube.
