Jon wore his clothes after he stepped out of the bathroom, and before long, he was out of the building. This time, he didn't try to sneak around. Even though it was so late in the night, nobody questioned his movements.
Reaching the familiar garage that had been transformed into a blacksmith workshop, he reached out to open the door.
**WHAAAM**
As he opened the door, he noticed a big difference from the previous time he came. It was no exaggeration to say the place was ten times hotter. The heat was tingling his skin so much. it made him wonder what type of fire could be this hot.
But even with all that, he walked in with a slight smile, 'Nice, it looks better.'
Before he even took ten steps forward, a voice reached him.
"You're here, leader." The old man, who now looked younger, bowed a little at Jon.
"Bahh, Old man, you don't have to?" Jon was trying to dissuade him from greeting like that, but the old man insisted and said,
