All his life, he had wished to be a master blacksmith, forging weapons capable of slaying beasts that no human had ever dared to fight before. From a simple wolf, through a manticore, ending on... The Thunder Draconic? As if it even existed outside of legends. Blast. So often, he found himself thinking about something that was so far ahead of him. Still, a forge master had only one goal: to forge. And so he forged. Hammer and anvil, cold steel and flames, his fingers battered and bruised…
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