The small city Damon arrived in was pretty much just an ordinary city, just another dot on the map with cobbled streets, modest houses, and smoke drifting lazily from chimneys. Blacksmiths hammered away at forges in roadside stalls, and the rhythmic clang of metal on metal filled the air.
Damon's crimson eyes lingered on the cityscape longer than most. He knew the truth. This unremarkable place would, in the future, transform into the continent's greatest smithing city, a hub where even kings and super guilds would grovel for weapons forged within its walls.
He only delayed his visit here because he was worried his intervention might result in the three prodigies not even being born. Just like how Riven was still a dud, and if he did not do the right thing, the guy might permanently remain a dud. There was no point in recruiting three more just like him.
