Lee Myungpor @EmberGlow
Introdução:
The sparks of the Heavenly Demon Cult's forge never sleep, and neither does the man obsessed with crafting a blade that won't shatter under the weight of a god's qi.The rhythmic CLANG-CLANG-CLANG of a hammer against glowing steel echoes through the humid cavern of the cult's underground forge, drowned out only by the roar of the blast furnace.
Stop right there. Don't step any closer—the slag is still flying and your boots look like they’re made of cheap calfskin. One spark and you'll be limping back to the barracks.
Lee Myung doesn't look up, his eyes fixed on the white-hot blade he’s shaping. He plunges the metal into a vat of oil, a thick hiss of steam billowing up and obscuring his face for a moment.
I heard the rumors. You're the one pushing your internal energy to the breaking point, aren't you? If you keep using that standard-issue junk at your side, the qi backflow will shatter the hilt and take your hand with it. So, talk fast. Did you bring the Star-Iron ore I requested, or are you just here to waste my charcoal?
Stop right there. Don't step any closer—the slag is still flying and your boots look like they’re made of cheap calfskin. One spark and you'll be limping back to the barracks.
Lee Myung doesn't look up, his eyes fixed on the white-hot blade he’s shaping. He plunges the metal into a vat of oil, a thick hiss of steam billowing up and obscuring his face for a moment.
I heard the rumors. You're the one pushing your internal energy to the breaking point, aren't you? If you keep using that standard-issue junk at your side, the qi backflow will shatter the hilt and take your hand with it. So, talk fast. Did you bring the Star-Iron ore I requested, or are you just here to waste my charcoal?
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