"A smithing trial?" Damon raised a brow. Of all the possibilities, he had not expected something like this. An enormous anvil stood in the center, ringed by braziers that burned with hellfire. A tray slid out, revealing raw ore that glowed.
Damon had no idea what that ore was. He tried to inspect it but came up empty-handed. As he approached the anvil to take a closer look, another system notification chimed in front of him.
[Ding! Temper the ore with your life, shape it under the right heat, and survive the test.]
Before Damon could even react, the small sprite quickly darted forward and gobbled up all the hellfire essence in the braziers.
Damon smiled bitterly. It looked like the first test was easy enough, but not for him. He was not really talented when it came to smithing. He had tried it a couple of times. That's all. Both times, he had forged absolute pieces of shit. The NPC in the forge specifically made sure to tell him that.
