A Legendary Weapon

I held the Eternal Blade in my hands. I could not identify the metal. It was lighter than steel and glittered like polished silver. I would swear it hummed. The High King bid me strike an old anvil with the edge. I dared not until he commanded it. Gripping it firmly, I smote the anvil and sheared away its heel in one stroke. The Eternal Blade bore no mark. Its edge remained keen as a razor. By God, I will never see its equal. Master Auric