Chapter 1383: A Step Closer to the Shallot's Mirror

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The air filled with the rhythmic clang of hammers striking metal, resounding from every direction.

Upon Leo's return to the Black Iron Fort in the City of Lancelot, he stepped into the familiar atmosphere of Grandmaster Baelin's renowned weaponsmithy. The smithy was a hive of activity.

Inside, the air crackled with heat and intensity, surrounded by the energy of devoted weapon forgers, runic experts, and weapon augmenters. Each craftsman was deeply immersed in their tasks, utilizing the smithy's comprehensive facilities to create a diverse range of weapons, from mass-produced armaments to exquisite artifacts.