"Hooo..."
Roland let out a long sigh of relief as the "whispers" of the materials around him finally quieted.
He rubbed his aching brow and instantly activated his [Concentration] Trait.
Supported by his Spiritual Attribute of eighteen, his thoughts raced at an unprecedented speed.
In just a few moments, he had completely digested and absorbed the vast and complex knowledge granted by his new [Enchanter] Profession.
'Engraving Spell Patterns, imbuing items with Elemental Attributes… So this is the power of an Enchanter…'
Gazing at the highly condensed Spiritual Power at his fingertips—like an invisible chisel and hammer—Roland marveled inwardly.
Without the slightest pause, he immediately grabbed the hammer at his side.
The CLANG of hammering echoed through the workshop.
Soon, with a SIZZLE, a cloud of white steam rose as Roland pulled the newly forged blank from the quenching pool.
Grinding, polishing…
Soon, a brand-new Iron Sword lay silently on the anvil.
