Rael watched the boy, Winter, who had been so playful earlier, now utterly transformed, there was no laughter or theatrics on his face as only complete focus existed.
Winter hammered relentlessly, each strike landing with terrifying precision as the card resisted him stubbornly, refusing to bend even under his monstrous strength and yet… the process was mesmerizing.
Rael couldn't explain it.
There was nothing flashy about it except just hammer and will but once he started watching, he couldn't look away, each strike felt deliberate and meaningful as though Winter wasn't merely shaping an object but arguing with reality itself.
Time slowly lost all meaning as minutes blurred into hours while Winter continued forging. Rael stood frozen, his eyes wide as he witnessed something far beyond mortal craftsmanship.
