The Claw was still melting, and the heated color slowly changed into a blue one. The Chief was mesmerized by it, and his eyes never blinked for dozens of seconds. When he was awakened from his stupor, he quickly grabbed his hammer and calmly waited beside Draven.
Draven, on the other hand, was feeling anxious, but he was aware that it would not be long until the Claw reached the heated point, which should be enough to get shaped by the repetitive hit by a hammer.
Naturally, why the Chief did not utilize the forge because the solitary fire inside was only an ordinary fire; it was not even enough to melt an Elite-Class Beasts' materials, much less the Commander-Class Beasts.
The only purpose it held was the only source of light inside the smithy.
Of course, the Chief could buy electric lights to brighten the smithy, but he preferred this way. It would give a sense of what the smithy's environment would be.
'Can you continue?'
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