"Ding! Dang! Ding!..."
This crisp and rhythmic sound continued to echo in the vast forging workshop beneath the Black Tower.
At this moment, the other noisy forging sounds in the workshop had all ceased, leaving only this sound, which was so pleasing to the ear and spread widely.
All the Forging Apprentices and Master Blacksmiths who were working or training here gathered around—at the most intact and highest level forging station in the workshop.
They crowded around, trying not to make any noise to disturb the person who was forging, all eyes wide open, watching with full concentration.
Even the usually noisy Dwarves remained silent at this moment, all of them tacitly slowing their breathing, fearing to disturb the rare scene before them.
Under the focus of everyone's gaze, Sergio, bare-chested wearing only a pair of pants, was holding the tools used for forging and furiously hammering at the material in front of him.
