Blue Coppertite was notoriously difficult. When Ray had forged it previously, he had relied heavily on the Purple Demon Eyes to avoid failure.
As the hammer fell, the metal's surface rippled. The vein-like patterns shifted constantly, changing shape with every strike.
That was the nightmare of Blue Coppertite.
Its internal structure transformed under pressure. One mistake, and the metal would collapse into useless scrap.
Yet Ray didn't hesitate.
One arm rose.
The other fell.
His hammers moved in perfect alternation, striking without pause.
Kaelan's eyebrows shot upward.
So fast? He isn't even examining it?
Even as a sixth-rank blacksmith, Kaelan would need several minutes to carefully inspect Blue Coppertite before beginning. Ray hadn't paused for even a breath.
The strikes grew heavier.
