The rhythmic clashing of steel continuously resounded, akin to a master musician performing a unique movement, without any intention of hiding from anyone, but boldly showcasing it.
"There's actually a way further down here!"
Perhaps due to fatigue impairing their senses, they just now discovered that this basement still had stairs leading to a lower level!
Hevi led the way, and everyone cautiously descended. At the turn of the stairs, a sudden turn of the head brought firelight into view!
Not a bonfire.
But a forge! The flames of a smithy!
Beneath the basement lay a more expansive space, with a smithy alight with flames in this vast area. The embryo of a weapon was being rhythmically hammered into shape on the anvil, sparks flying everywhere.
The large hand gripping the Iron Hammer was strong and powerful, the robust muscles seeming almost gilded in red.
Hevi saw clearly the face of the person forging, eyes widening instantly, pupils immediately igniting with excitement!
