For the next few days, Ethan did not step out of the forge even once, and the sound of hammer striking metal continued without pause while heat and sparks filled the space and the air remained heavy with effort and intent.
Day and night blurred together, and the only thing that marked the passage of time was the growing pile of finished equipment that lay carefully arranged beside him, and each new piece carried a faint glow as if it had life within it.
His body looked tired and his face remained pale, but his movements did not slow down, and every strike carried focus while the flames around him moved in a controlled flow that responded to his will and wrapped around him like a silent companion.
Each weapon and each piece of armor was crafted with precision, and faint runes flickered across their surface before settling, and it was clear that none of them were ordinary items but rather something far beyond common craftsmanship.
