Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!
Though the same sounds from earlier resounded throughout the forge once more, the same could not be said for the old man as Valyr watched his every movement.
If the old man's earlier movements could be said to be the pinnacle of polish when it came to repetitive tasks, then the man's current movements was on an entire league of its own.
From the way the man gripped onto the heated material, to the way the man swung his hammer, Valyr felt as if every step of the forging process had resonated with one another, causing the man's craft to elevate another level.
Not only that, but he felt as if the material, the tools, and himself had transformed into one entity as well, making Valyr feel as if the old man had imbued his entire body and soul into the thing he was working on.
Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!
