Despite the immense fury of the God of Blacksmiths, Corey's expression was utterly calm and devoid of even an iota of fear.
He calmly watched as the God of Blacksmiths subconsciously altered the air around him due to his rage.
Phantom hammers along with a phantom image of a burning Forge flickered behind the God of Blacksmiths. The familiar sound of a metal hitting another metal resounded in the world, and Corey calmly raised a brow.
The sound was a result of a hammer hitting a metal, but it was not the calm, beautiful, and peaceful song that would be made if a Blacksmith was crafting an item.
No.
It sounded like the Blacksmith was hammering in anger, and the world felt it.
'This is surprising.'
For the first time ever since the thirteen gods appeared, Corey truly took in the appearance of the God of Blacksmiths.
Or to be more precise, he took in the appearance of the God of Blacksmiths' incarnation.
