Deep within the Crimson Rocky Land, in a domain where humans could never tread, a brightly lit small town stood miraculously among the red rock walls.
The leaping firelight inside the Furnace Hall cast swaying shadows against the red-copper walls. Grom's beard was still flecked with powder that had splashed during his forging a few days prior. His thick fingers rubbed against the unfinished battle-axe on the stone table, where the dense runes along the blade were gradually fading.
"That's the seventy-second time."
Chapter 382