Inside the dim, wide room, there is a large forge on the wall created from stone brick with its mouth filled with black slumbering charcoal waiting to be lit up. Above the forge, there is a tunnel for the smoke to escape the room.
Beside the forge, there stood a massive anvil with its scratch for its hardship in being hammered hundreds or even thousands of times to create masterpieces. A barrel filled with water and the tolls lined up neatly on the wall gave the impression of a tidy room.
The quiet and dim room started to shine in white. A magic circle began to appear on the floor, and two men with dumbfounded faces appeared, staring at the empty air.
"This? What happened?".
Hiroshi, who was in a sitting position, glanced sideways and found himself inside a dim room with Malik.
