Kyrian heated the ingot a little longer, giving the heat extra time to spread completely.
He removed it only when the entire interior had reached a uniform temperature, with no cold spots or overheated areas.
He raised the hammer.
'CLANG!'
The strike was firm but controlled. Neither too strong nor too weak.
Then another. And another.
He soon found a rhythm, not Sun Luguo's perfect rhythm, but one of his own, naturally suited to his movements.
The sounds began to echo throughout the workshop like music.
'Clang... Clang... Clang...'
His entire body moved in harmony with each strike. His feet stayed firmly planted on the ground, transferring energy to his hips. His hips rotated, transmitting power to his shoulders. His shoulders remained relaxed, allowing the hammer to descend with precision. His arms guided the impact, adjusting the angle at the very last moment.
Everything worked in perfect harmony.
