I know the owner of this rundown, half-forgotten forge.
The Exile of Wind Cliff.
Grundar.
Once, he was a legendary craftsman—one whose name alone carried enough weight to make even kings bow their heads. Weapons that reshaped battlefields. Armor that turned heroes into living fortresses. Many of the Empire's most famous relics traced their origins back to his hammer.
And then, one day, he vanished.
No announcements. No farewell. Just rumors—of an incident, of betrayal, of disgust toward the so-called "civilized world." In the end, all that remained was this shabby forge at the edge of nowhere, and a dwarf who lived by no one's rules but his own.
In the webtoon, Grundar doesn't appear until much later.
A late-game supporting character.
The one who forges the protagonist's true weapon.
And yet—here I am, standing in front of his door far earlier than I'm supposed to.
Bang! Bang!
"Grun! Are you in there?"
