The forge burned bright inside the workshop, a cavernous space filled with the scent of molten metal, burnt oil, and the faint hint of ancient magic. Mwana stood before an anvil adorned with intricate runes, his expression calm but focused. In his hand, he held a piece of shimmering ore—a rare metal from the Himalis mountains, known for its resilience and mystical properties. Beneath the flickering flame, he wielded his secret weapon: the Invisible Sword.
This was no ordinary blade. Its material was crafted
Their eyes flickered with provocation, sparks igniting in their gazes. The challengers from the underground circles, hardened fighters and envious rivals alike, stared at Mwana. They saw not just the young smith but a growing threat—an upstart who combined raw talent, mystical mastery, and an unbreakable spirit.
