White Oni (5)

Chapter 77: White Oni (5)

Blake spent three days in the Blizzard Smithy without stepping outside—not even for a quick break. Whenever he needed to restore his stamina, he'd drink a potion and inspect the details he had chiseled into his armor. He never stopped working—not because he was under any deadline, but because he genuinely enjoyed the whole process.

His tools floated around him, carried by the smithy's cold breeze. With a single thought, he could summon them to his hand. This Blizzard Forging felt more like sculpting than typical smithing, though each piece of Ice Steel still harbored slight imperfections only an experienced blacksmith would notice.

Drawing on his recently acquired knowledge and basic dwarven techniques, Blake allowed no flaw to escape his attention. Fixing them was part of the fun; he channeled cold steam between his hammer and the steel, then struck with all his spirit.

Naturally, Blake kept shouting his own name.