One hammer strike, and then another.
The flames danced in the night, and everyone watched intently as the iron billet gradually became cone-shaped.
Abel was sweating profusely, his expression extremely focused. He forged the spearhead, crafted the blood groove, and socketed the tail end. Throughout the process, the golden flames were gradually 'kneaded' into the spear.
The final step was quenching.
With a solemn expression, Abel submerged the material into the salt water. In an instant, steam billowed out like angry clouds. As he pulled the spear from the brine, nearly everyone gasped in amazement.
A thin line of sunlight streamed down from the night sky, and landed precisely on the pure golden spear.
The 'Miracle of Compassion' unique to the Angsak people was thusly hammered out by a common blacksmith.
The sunlight slowly faded, and the night finally reclaimed its dominance.
