Day 169 - 5:21 PM - Workshop, Cliff House, Mountain Base, Mount Malabito, General Nakar, Province of Quezon
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
The sound of a hammer echoed as it hit a piece of metal inside the workshop. No one could hear the noise from outside as it was a room inside the rocky wall of the cliff. As such, almost no one from outside knew of the things happening inside.
Inside the workshop, Mark held a large hammer as he pounded a sword affixed on the worktable. He was not fixing the sword, however. He was flattening it from the edge while it was tightly clamped unto a bench clamp.
The sword was not just any regular sword, either. It was a magical sword. If anyone in the know saw Mark bend the perfectly fine sword like this, they would scream in dismay.
A magical sword sure was an extremely rare item in the realm of humans. Yet, Mark was on the verge of breaking it for reasons he solely knew.
