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The air inside the lower forges was a sweltering suffocating wall of sulfur, coal smoke, and radiating thermal heat. Down here, deep within the subterranean roots of the Obsidian Hold, the rhythmic thud of heavy iron hammers striking anvils echoed like a frantic metallic heartbeat. But as Silas and I stepped off the stone lift, the sweating blacksmiths and forge masters immediately ceased their labor, dropping heavily to their knees on the soot-stained floor.

As they waited, Sethlzaar found himself wondering what his mates were doing back at the seminary and how Soartin was. The Blacksmith spoke little, using his words to give the briefest of instruction that Sethlzaar would at times find himself having to work his brain to understand. When the blacksmith considered the forge hot enough he plunged a metal into the forge, holding it with a pair of iron tongs, watching as it took on a similar glow as the coal. Then he placed it on the anvil and struck it countless times with a hammer, bending it to shape as he pleased. By the life of Sethlzaar, he watched as the blacksmith hammered and flipped the metal in different ways, and understood nothing of

Giving sign language so that my body was forced to move to follow his steps. I was brought back to the village surrounded by darkness, I was taken to the handsome guy's palace. This place I last saw was nothing like this. Now the place that was once a village has turned into hell. The plants around here died, the village people, nobles and merchants and explorers who entered this village have become part of the black shadow. Everything is controlled by a black shadow.

Bladesmith said this with a sigh as he couldn't believe he forgot something as simple as this. "Don't worry about it. I came prepared with my own set." After saying this, Kirou took out the anvil and hammer he recently received from the village Blacksmith Zac. Seeing the anvil and hammer caused Bladesmith to raise an eyebrow. "It seems like you've been quite busy around the village and did the old man a favor if he was the one who gave you those. Though they aren't exceptional, they are enough for the time being." "Then let us begin," Kirou said this then took out a piece of metal from the furnace and started hammering away. As he was hammering, Bladesmith looked at him with a peculiar gaze

People came away from the spot with strips, slabs and gong mallets of meat, occasionally hung on wooden sticks perched on their shoulders. It was brought to Aki and Temujin’s attention that the village blacksmith had begun working on the armor they requested, as soon as he had received the pieces of dragon scale. The intriguing craftsman who had knowledge of fire applications wouldn’t be joining the festivities planned for the night, they were also told, in order to meet the deadline of three days or earlier.

ASHER’S POV Smoke filled the air, thick and suffocating, as I ventured into the remnants of the village. The homes, once full of life, were now partly burnt out, their wooden frames ravaged by the relentless fire. The fire seemed to mock the sky, its flames dancing and flickering as they ascended ever higher. The villagers huddled together, their fear palpable as they struggled for survival. Their eyes pleaded for aid, but their cries for help were drowned out by the noise.

The sound of iron scraping and striking filled the night air like a cruel song. “You ruined our village! You deserve death!” My father, no, the beast that was still him, let out a growl that shook the earth beneath my feet. It was loud, deep, and terrifying. The kind of sound that crawls up your spine and makes your whole body want to collapse. My knees buckled. My heart hammered in my chest, begging me to run. His sharp teeth flashed as he bared them at the villagers. In that moment, I couldn’t stop my thoughts... those teeth could kill a man in one bite… or rip apart an animal in seconds.

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.