Even after he transmigrated to another world, nothing could break Ornn's habit of smithing.
Starting from scratch was the simplest thing in the world to him.
From longswords to pickaxes, from pickaxes to B.F. Swords, from B.F. Swords to Infinity Edge.
And to Ornn, it was just another ordinary Epic item he'd forged himself.
A greeting from Lord Dominic to Exusiai, an Infinity Edge for Skadi, a Moonstone Renewer for Nightingale, an Everfrost for FrostNova...
Nothing could stump the Lord of the Hearth, except...
Ifrit: "Grandpa! I'm on vacation, so I came to play with you!"
Ornn: "?!"
Saria: "?!"
