They sowed their seeds there, built their cities there, and even had the objects of their worship and belief, which lent this originally ordinary little island an air of civilization.
"Ding—"
"Ding—"
"Clang————"
Sparks flew as the hammer and iron collided, creating a thunderous noise. In an open space, a short and ugly smith showcased his skill, while hundreds of humans gathered around him.
Unlike the deities or even the Nymphs who served them, there was no mockery or contempt for the smith's appearance among these humans. Instead, they showed respect and excitement, learning the smithing techniques displayed before them.
