The enormous blacksmith kept smiling for a few seconds before crossing his arms again.
The expression on his face was a mixture of curiosity and evaluation, as if he were weighing every detail of the young man standing before him.
The light from the forge behind him danced across his features, weathered by time and hard work, casting slowly shifting shadows over his bronze skin.
"Before anything else... answer me one question."
Kyrian nodded, maintaining an upright posture. His violet eyes reflected the light of the spiritual flames burning in the nearby furnaces, creating a mesmerizing glow that seemed to contain layers of depth.
His expression remained calm, but there was a subtle tension in his shoulders, like a warrior prepared for any possibility.
"Do you have any experience with blacksmithing?"
The question was direct, cutting through the air like a well-tempered blade.
