Imperceptible

Pyris dropped into the chair, the weight of the orb still in his hand. It felt heavier now, almost like it had acknowledged him. The system chimed again, delivering the final verdict.

[Host has received knowledge of an unknown rank: Eternal Forging.]

He let out a dry laugh, his golden eyes glowing faintly. "Guess it's time to call her."

The thought made him pause, his gaze shifting to the screen of his phone. He pulled it out and stared at a photo saved in the gallery—a picture of his tutor. She looked more like a sloth than the legendary forge master she was supposed to be.

Pyris couldn't help but grin. "She's gonna kill me for this."

At five or six, Emberly had called in her debt to Argos's most renowned forge master—a reclusive legend. That's how Pyris started his forging journey.