The car halted smoothly at the entrance of the Blacksmith Association, the iconic building where many of Leon's earlier adventures had begun. He paid the fare and exited the hover car, his eyes immediately drawn to the familiar structure that stood imposingly before him.
A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he remembered his last visit here, just a month prior, filled with less dire circumstances and more hopeful endeavors.
Taking a deep breath, Leon stepped through the large, ornate doors of the Blacksmith Association. The interior was just as he remembered: the air was thick with the smell of molten metal and coal, the constant clanging of hammers striking anvils resonated in a rhythmic symphony, and the heat from the forges made the atmosphere inside palpably warm.
