In an isolated room filled with countless magical tools and runic patterns engraved all over the walls, the constant sound of hammering resounded again and again rhythmically like a beautiful melody. There was an artistic grace to the movements of each of his strikes, subtly compressing and shaping the structure of the raw sword into something fine.
His slightly long blue hair reflected a shade of purple as the red light of the heating furnace illuminated his face, mixing with the blue color of his hair. His ocean blue eyes remained serene and focused, with no ripple in them reflecting his concentrated mind on the forging procedure. He had already been hammering for more than 30 minutes, and after 10 more minutes of the same process, he was finally done and let the forged sword cool for now.
