In the heart of a remote village, far away from its bustling main area, a curious gathering was underway. Garnt, an inquisitive young patriarch, stood by, watching the fascinating spectacle before him.
A tall burner roared to life, its fiery tongue dancing with a voracious appetite. A team of skilled villagers, beads of sweat glistening on their brows, tended to a heap of iron ore that lay nearby, ready to embark on a journey of transformation.
[Lucky we already smelted the iron ores first. Since these are not pure iron, we need to remove the impurities. Hematite are really good raw material for us.]
As the furnace roared on, Garnt couldn't help but be awed by the intense heat radiating from it. The air was thick with smoke, and the whole process seemed like a mesmerizing dance of fire and earth.
