The sound of the hammer striking the metal continued to echo throughout the forge like the beating of a massive drum.
'CLANG!'
'CLANG!'
'CLANG!'
Each impact made the anvil vibrate, the shockwaves spreading through the metal and the air like ripples across a lake. The vibrations traveled through the stone floor, climbed up Kyrian's legs, and reverberated in his chest, creating an almost hypnotic sensation that seemed to synchronize his heartbeat with the rhythm of the hammer blows.
He remained completely motionless.
His violet eyes followed every movement Sun Luguo made with absolute attention. Not only the large motions, the raising of the hammer, the strike against the metal, and the turning of the workpiece, but also the smallest details. The exact angle of the wrist, the pressure of the fingers, the breathing that accompanied every blow.
He wasn't merely observing the technique.
He was observing the intent.
