Two days later, in the Forsaken Land, beneath the relentless glare of the sun, a multitude of figures clad in armor stood watch around a large elevated stone platform, shielded by many protective arrays. A similar large gray sword was intricately engraved on the chest of each of their armors.
The landscape around the platform was stark and barren, devoid of any greenery, creating an atmosphere of desolation.
Yet the armored individuals remained indifferent, as if they had witnessed this scene for so long that they had become completely numb to its impact.
However, unlike any other day, today they struggled to contain their laughter as they observed a certain demi-human striking a corner of the platform with all his might.
He would cry out in protest with every strike, cursing the moment he asked Odiak to take him as his disciple and teach him the art of forging artifacts and weapons.
