Chapter 41: Delivery in the Dark
Draven slipped through the shadows of the outer district. The night was completely dead.
He kept his footsteps silent as he approached the rundown workshop on the edge of the slums.
The heavy iron door was closed. No other students were around.
Draven pushed the door open and stepped inside. The roaring fires of the forge had been reduced to a low and steady hum.
Cole Rust was waiting for him.
The young blacksmith looked entirely different from yesterday. He was no longer the frustrated boy crying over shattered iron.
His posture was straight. His eyes were sharp and focused. His awakened constitution radiated a faint and steady heat.
The moment Cole saw Draven, he immediately dropped his hammer and bowed his head in deep reverence.
"You came," Cole said respectfully. He looked at Draven not just as a customer, but as an absolute benefactor.
"I have finished your request. The materials you provided were flawless."
