Bang! Bang!
For the past few days, Ethan had not stopped forging. The sound of metal striking echoed constantly through the forge, rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Weapons, armaments, and experimental pieces had already piled up beside the workbench, some still warm, some half-finished, and some waiting for refinement.
Now, he had shifted his focus.
This time, it was not swords.
It was armor.
But not ordinary armor.
Ethan stood in front of a mannequin dressed in what looked like noble attire. It was a finely tailored suit, deep navy in color, with silver embroidery running neatly along the edges. The fabric looked soft and elegant, something a nobleman would wear to a formal gathering rather than a battlefield.
The coat fit perfectly, the inner vest layered with subtle patterns, and the cuffs were decorated with delicate runic stitching that was almost invisible unless looked at closely.
Ethan narrowed his eyes slightly as he observed it.
"Looks normal…"
