Arete sitting at the campfire, gazing at the large hammer removed from Harald’s arm. It was the size of a standard anvil, with the extension shaped like a humerus bone. That part was implanted into his upper arm. She had never seen such a thing in her entire life. How did he able to plant a metal object into a human body?
That piece of metal was heavy, and it must have had been torturous to be carried along. That was what the man had been suffering for the entire time.
The villagers built up a forge with stones and started the fire with the collected woods. Hephastos loaded the bronze into the fire. Some men surrounded him while he taught them about the shape of the farming tool.
Arete turned, and she looked at the unconscious Harald laying in the tent. His bleeding had stopped, but he
