The next second, a dull clang sounded, and the piece of ore on the anvil directly slipped out of the surface and fell on the ground.
The old vampire's face turned unsightly. Damon awkwardly scratched his head. "I think I used less strength to hit the ore. I will do better next time." He shamelessly laughed and picked up the ore from the ground and put it back on the anvil.
He had brought the hammer down using only 10% of his strength, afraid that he would ruin the ore. But it turned out that was a bad idea.
Damon once again tried hitting the ore, this time using more strength, around 60% of his strength. Thankfully, the ore did not fly away this time. The hammer fell with a loud thud. The ore shuddered, and sparks flew, but it was still on the anvil.
Damon let out a sigh of relief. On the other hand, the ghost looked even more miserable. "You already made a crack in the ore! Heat it up soon, else it will all turn to shit!"
