Clank, clank, clank…
In front of giant fournace, sat an man in his sixties, he is hammering a piece of strange iron that is giving off a golden hue.
This man is Silos the best forger in the world.
Being born in a family of blacksmith he started to learn about his family techniques when he was just a year old with his mother bringing him everywhere around the forge.
Sylos is forging, since he is 3 years old he can't remember doing anything else than hammering iron and turning it into the best weapons of this world.
When he was only seven years old he created the best Sword his father has ever see.
Since then he began touring the world to learn about the art of blacksmith.
When he was 30 years old he already have his mastered all the techniques of the world.
When he was 40 years old he perfected all the techniques of the world and crafted weapons that could slash in half his previous best creations.
He then set a goal to himself to create the most perfect weapon something that couldn't be destroy or harmed by the passage of time.
In front of his forge sylos has been hammering for 3 days straight without taking a break, he raises his hammer one last time to finish his life long dream the perfect sword.
As the last strike hits the swords body a small golden lightning begins to wriggle around the sword.
Sylos is watching this happening while trying to process what is happening, the sword begin to float on it's own and moves around in the air around the forge trying to find something.
After what seems like an hour for sylos but in reality only one seconde has passed.
The sword slash at the air and rips appart the air forming a small black line 10cm long and from it a strong succion force appears dragging the sword and sylos in it.