Chapter 71 - New sword

Rivyn stepped into his blacksmithing room, the comforting scent of metal, coal, and oil filling his senses. The room was organized with meticulous care—tools and materials lined the shelves in neat rows, his anvil and forge positioned in the center to allow for efficient movement. The faint glow of the forge cast a warm light on the walls, making the space feel almost alive with latent heat and power. His gaze settled on his sword, laying on the workbench with slight scratches marring its surface, and he ran his fingers along the blade, feeling each faint groove and blemish with a critical eye.