Hongyue and Mumu made their way towards the hill, their footsteps echoing in the quiet streets of Iron Village. The villagers watched them go, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity.
As they climbed the hill, the sounds of the village faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. The air grew cooler, the sunlight dimmer, as they approached the summit.
Finally, they reached the top of the hill, and a breathtaking sight greeted them. A solitary forge stood amidst a grove of ancient trees, its flames flickering and its bellows wheezing with a timeless rhythm.
The forge itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its metalwork adorned with intricate patterns and its anvil polished to a mirror-like shine.
