The forge roared around Albedo. The sound of clashing weapons, molten rivers hissing and the roars of their channels echoed and all blended into a single, living pulse, which thummed like the heart-beat of the HeartForge itself.
Hours had passed since his spar with Zeus, but the rush of it still lingered in Albedo's veins. The Throwing Daggers had surprisingly matched him even better than he expected, and was now another addition to his arsenal.
He had tested the weapon for a bit after the spar, and at this point, every test, throw and ricochet sharpened his intuition until the weapons no longer felt foreign to him.
The other students had continued sparring long after the first duels ended, testing the weapons or artifacts they had chosen.
