CLANG CLANG
Passing through the third door hidden within the underground facility, Kyle stepped into a far more underdeveloped section of the settlement.
There were no polished floors, towering chandeliers, wealthy elites, or advanced technology here.
All he could hear was the sharp clash of metal against metal. The air was thick with the smell of flames, molten iron, and ash, while his eyes widened at the sight of his first true smithery.
He had entered a massive workshop.
"This is..." Amanda muttered, her brows lifting slightly. "...you didn't bring me here during my first visit."
There was no complaint in her tone, though. If Tear had decided to bring them here, then it meant she was taking this matter seriously. And if Tear personally involved herself with Kyle's gear, there could hardly be a better outcome from this visit.
