His feet shifted through calculated movements, his hips rotated to transfer force, and his shoulders followed the motion like the gears of a perfect machine.
Qi flowed throughout his entire body before reaching the hammer, moving like a river of energy that concentrated itself at the very moment of impact.
Every strike landed at the exact perfect point, not a single millimeter too high or too low, as if the metal itself knew precisely where it needed to be struck.
Kyrian focused all of his attention on those movements. The world slowed down, and he began recording absolutely everything. The distribution of force throughout the body, the precise rhythm of every strike, the timing between one hammer blow and the next, the way heat spread through the metal, and the sound produced by each impact.
His mind absorbed every detail without letting a single thing escape, like a sponge submerged in an ocean of knowledge.
