It is cold out, and rainy once you leave. You're glad to have your new heavy coat and cloak. The Axe is strapped to your back, and an elite guard is sent out with you. The king taking no chances that the weapon he wants created falls into the wrong hands.
They follow you to the bottom of the large peak and stand, talking to each other and wishing you luck. You climb to the top of the peak and stand ready, sort of unsure of what to do. Your cloak beats in the wind, and your heart begins to beat in your chest as you feel the storm roll in around you.
Lightning begins to break the darkness in the sky, and cold icy needles of rain begin to pelt your face as the air begins to charge around you. You raise the weapon in the air with your metal clad arm.
Lightning smashes into it without a moment to think, and pain fills your whole body. A true bolt would of outright at least punched your lights out, this seems to be getting stronger as it goes, not ending just a stream of hot blue pouring into the weapon.
Your arm seems to be holding The worst of it off, just as it did with the Lich. You can see the rune you carved into your flesh actually appearing once more, burning into the steel of your gauntlet.