The moment the message arrived, Corbin was already on his way, rushing to Silas's smithy.
"Silas!"
He burst through the doorway to find the blacksmith slumped before the magic forge, looking utterly spent. Silas greeted him, his voice a ragged whisper.
"My lord… You've come."
Corbin stopped short, taken aback by Silas's state. The man looked half-dead. In his previous life, when the Solar Sword Dawnbringer was forged, Silas hadn't looked
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