Lastly, I went to the enclosed chest that had the most important material for my sword. Adamantine. Opening the chest with a wave of my hand, the magical aura that radiated from the chest showed the potency of the metal. The chest kept it from losing its power, but also prevented it from being transported to the Feywilds. The iridescent dark metal ingots were stacked on top of each other. Gently, I picked up the top ingot, the near weightless metal started to pulse. A sign of being touched by a Fey. We were the only people who knew how to properly shape the metal. It wasn’t heat that was needed to contour the metal. It was all magic and a bit of our blood that made it possible. 