(The Soulspace Forge, Supreme Master Argo's POV)
*CLANG*
*BOOOOM*
The sound of the second strike still reverberated through the hollow expanse of the Soulspace as the Origin Metal shuddered again, its impossible surface rippling like disturbed water, even though no physical heat touched it.
Argo felt the reaction not only through his eyes, but through his very bones, as a strange vibration crawled up the handle of his hammer and burrowed straight into his chest, tugging at something deep inside him that had nothing to do with flesh.
'What powerful resistance…'
He thought, as his lips curled into a faint, grim smile.
*Raise*
*SLAM*
Another blow followed, then another, each impact landing in a perfect rhythm, as the apprentices took turns playing their own part in this forging, as they turned the metal block and sprinkled oil on it as necessary.
