Chapter 168
Kirelle
I send my flames into the trough. The metal glows, shifts, melts—liquid fire pooling in the basin. Normally, continuously doing this would knock me out, drain my mana until I collapse. But with the help of my fire spirit, coiled around my wrists like living bracelets, I can last longer.
Workers come to pour out the liquid metal. I step back, flexing my fingers, feeling the heat radiate off my skin.
My eyes follow him.
Searching.
There.
Kentara.
Hammering away at a metal plate, his large hammer swinging in steady, rhythmic arcs. His face is full of concentration—brow furrowed, jaw tight, sweat glistening on his brown skin. His sleeves are rolled up, forearms flexing with each strike.
Looking attractive as usual.
It annoys me.
I tear my gaze away. Focus on the trough. The next batch of metal. The work.
But my eyes drift back.
He looks up. Catches me looking.
I don't look away.
