Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blades' AwakeningThe clear chiming ring of the age-old hammer and anvil serenaded the workshop in a harmonious and rhythmic chorus. For a moment Daniel allowed his eyes to close, listening to the composition of all who had come to assist in this monumentous task while Bray stood guard, his weapon at the ready. The initial whispers of awe, at the brilliant shade of the crafted metal from Tony's cast, were soon replaced by strenuous murmurs punctuated with blood and sweat as people worked until their arms failed to lift the weight of a hammer, and another crafter took their place.
Glistening in the light of embers and magic just over one hundred blades lay ready. The metal had stretched further than any had imagined possible. At set intervals, Daniel would emerge, col
