Deep inside the Garrison Commander Manor in Canglang City, the heat within the Craftsman Bureau workshop raged day and night.
The enormous melting furnaces spewed tongues of flame, licking the gloomy Northern Frontier sky into a sickly, morbid crimson.
Clang! Clang! The staccato rhythm of hammering, dense as a rainstorm, mingled with the heavy, labored gasps of the bellows and the hoarse roars of the overseers, converging into a scorching, restless torrent that hammered against everyone's eardrums.
Chapter 168