Clang, clang, clang.
The sound of hammering filled the forge. But despite his best attempts, Ashton could barely put a dent into it. The hardness of Nyx metal was no joke.
Ashton had no doubts he had probably broken his hands by now. But he kept going on, hammering away like a madman. Whenever his fists came in contact with the metal, violent purple sparks flew in all directions.
These were just a few notifications out of what Ashton had received. Not only his strength but his stamina had also increased quite well. However, Ashton wasn't pleased with his progress in the slightest.
He did not care about his stats. What he cared about were visible results that he wasn't getting. No matter what Ashton did, it didn't seem enough.
'More heat!'
[Place it inside the hearth!]
