They now finally understand.
Why the guards at the door would not allow them to enter, acting so panicked and urgent.
Because they did not want them to discover the truth, feel guilty, and unable to resist, they wanted to sacrifice quietly and contribute silently.
What kind of spirit is this?
Lonely, stubborn, introverted, these are precisely the character traits of these blacksmiths!
The engraving work was long.
From daytime through to midnight and onto a new dawn, it was only then that a few elders finally finished the artifact patterns. The reforging started as they were placed back in the forging furnace for tempering again.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The sky-reaching pounding seemed to reach the clouds, vibrating the white clouds in the sky above the manor, dispersing them.
The steaming air seemed to blur the entire blacksmith shop, with the burning light blooming, making the figures in sight appear distorted.
Clang!
