But the hammer in the young man's hand seemed to possess a special kind of magic, and with his deft striking, the red-hot steel was gracefully bent into shape, and in the blink of an eye, a horseshoe revealed its form.
Watching the youth forge the iron billet, Winters suddenly remembered Anna's comment on the arcade's stone carving, "It's not about chiseling the stone into the shape of people, it's about the people trapped inside the stone being chiseled out."
The young man's skill was so exceptional that even an outsider like Winters could see it.
Only after the youth had finished crafting a horseshoe did Winters speak up and ask, "Is the owner here? Are you his son? I haven't seen you before when I came here."
It was only when Winters spoke that the youth, who had been fully focused on forging the iron billet, realized someone had come. He looked up at Winters, smiled, and nodded his head slightly.
