Ring Tower City.
The deepest part of the forging workshop.
Kana sat quietly there, eyes closed, trying hard to stabilize his own status.
Beside his ears, the sound of hammering interwove into a unique symphony. In this rhythmic sound, he was immersed in deep meditation.
Suddenly, the rhythm of the hammering gradually slowed until it completely stopped.
Sergio let out a long breath, picked up the towel beside him, and wiped the sweat off his face.
In this place, magic power was stably maintained, and to avoid disturbing his crafting status, he hadn't even used the most basic magic, relying solely on various techniques helpful for crafting.
"I heard the site of your battle with the Evil Dragon is... on the Tariel Continent?"
Kana opened his eyes and nodded slightly, "That's right, there is an ancient arena built by a Star Realm Giant Dragon thousands of years ago. That arena is quite special and has always been used by the dragons."
