The sound of heavy hammering. Metal against metal. Verge against verge woke him up.
The first flame of the Forge was already lit and Ying was already working.
Having fallen asleep after a gruesome and tiring night of constant and precise Infusion of Verge as Ying taught him.
Dean quickly got on his feet and dressed up. He walked to Ying's side.
The man in question was bent over the unfinished blade of the previous night.
"You started without me."
"You're awake," Ying said without raising his face. "I had to get ahead. There is still some work to do."
Dean didn't doubt the man for a second. He was the professional after all. Dean sat on the nearby workbench to observe.
Still unfinished, the blade looked very different in daylight. Its surface looked like it was catching light and holding it in a prism surface.
The sunlight seemed to be caught between the inside of the blade and the outside.
"What is it made of?" Dean couldn't help his curiosity.
