"Don't go closer," Kaelan said quietly, blocking the old man's path. "They're comprehending. This moment must not be disturbed."
The old man halted mid-step. The others stopped as well.
Everyone of them understood.
Moments of enlightenment were sacred to a blacksmith.
From where they stood, the two chunks of metal on the forging table were unmistakable.
That was thousand-refined heavy silver.
And not just any kind. It was second-grade.
Second-grade thousand-refined heavy silver normally lay firmly within the realm of fourth-rank blacksmiths. Yet now, two children stood beside it, their breaths still unsteady from forging.
Ray and Rachel's states of enlightenment faded quickly, but that brief moment was enough to tell Godfrey everything he needed to know.
At the very least, both of them had stepped into the third rank.
