After the Holy Infant checked and found no issues, he put it away, then swore a vow of truth and gave his promise.
Having finished all this, Fire God's Hammer looked even older.
He stood before the furnace, bare-chested, swinging his hammer.
"My path as a wizard began with forging; let it end with forging as well..."
The Holy Infant listened.
This scene felt familiar.
Indeed, his own path of cultivation had started with forging, too.
At some unknown moment, Silverbeard quietly stood behind the Holy Infant.
"Elder Sod... Safe journey."
Apart from Silverbeard and the Holy Infant, not another soul remained in the vast manor. The servants who once dwelled here had long been dismissed.
Dong.
Dong.
Dong.
The sound of forging faded away.
Fire God's Hammer leaned on his hammer, hunched before the furnace, silently standing without a sound.
