'What exactly is going on?' Democles thought, almost pulling his hair out.
He would've done so if he wasn't busy at the forge with others around. Anything could attract unwanted attention, and a moment of distraction, could ruin his work.
'Everything points to one truth. At first, I thought I couldn't sense any dynamis from him because he was at level one or two at best, and talented enough to conceal his aura.'
His hammer struck the metal sheet with the fluid rhythm of a seasoned forger.
None of them knew why they had to produce these unenchanted weapons every day. Enchanted weapons required runic markings and monster materials—those were far superior for channeling the skills bound to the runes. So why waste time on plain steel?
'But to think… he's completely unawakened? How do you kill someone and still remain unawakened? Unless he rejected absorbing Nestor's Essence… but why would anyone do that if they couldn't awaken naturally at nine?'
