Chapter 24 Chapter 7 The Furnace

According to the records in the holy book: "As long as the dark crafts of the ninth tribe are involved, they are involved in the way of death. Anyone who is involved in the way of death will have their souls thrown into the pit of flames, and will accept the eternal and infinite An end to pain." They are digging their own grave.So thought Saryon as he gazed into the dark, red-glowing furnace. Anton walked into the cave first, talked to a person working inside, and pointed to the catalyst saint behind him. When he realized that Saryon was not following him, the old man turned around immediately.Saryon saw his lips move, but he couldn't hear anything from the din of the furnace.Anton beckoned. "Come in. Come in."

The flames glowed yellow and orange, and the heat hit the old man's face, and the red light from the furnace was burning in his eyes, and the wheel necklace he wore on his chest shone with fire.Consumed by terror, Saryon saw the Flycrafter appear before him from a fever dream.He retreated to the front of the exit, maybe An Dun was really a completely depraved person, he suddenly appeared and pulled the catalyst saint into the flames. Anton's face creased in confusion and hurt at the sight of the terror on Saryon's face, but the expression on his face was replaced by understanding.

"I'm sorry, Father." Saryon saw Anton's lips speak silently. "I should have known you would be affected by this." The old man approached him. "Let's go home." But Saryon couldn't move. He was frozen, staring at the scene in front of him.The Iron Furnace is located in a cave on the side of a mountain.A natural chimney exhausted the poisonous gases and heat generated by the many glowing charcoals piled up in the middle of a large circular platform, and a huge pouch of novelty machinery was like a monster always panting. Crouching by the platform, blow air over the coals, giving them an exuberant life force.

"What are they... what are they doing?" Saryon asked, wanting to leave but still fascinated by the chilling presence here. "They're heating the iron ore into a molten mass," Anton roared amid the knocking, hissing, and panting. "The smelt includes useless dross and charcoal from the raw mine." While Saryon was watching, one of the young men who worked in the furnace stepped up to the edge of the platform and, using a terrifying extension of metal that looked like an arm, lifted a fiery lump from the coals. Iron block, put the iron block on another platform; a platform not made of stone, but steel.He picked up a tool and began to pound the hot iron.

"There he is—that's Joram," said Anton. "What is he doing?" Saryon felt his lips move, but he couldn't hear what he said. "He's beating the iron block to get it into the shape he wants," continued Anton. "He could do that, or he could pour the molten iron into the mold and let it cool before working." Destroying the life force in stone, shaping steel with tools, channeling its original god-given qualities into evil ways, killing magic, implicated in the ways of death.These thoughts pounded Saryon's head violently, with the sound of the hammer blow again and again.

He fled, but just then the young man who worked in the shadows of the furnace looked up and watched him. Someone wrote such a record: Emin knows everyone's mind, but can't control them.Because human beings have the free will to choose their own destiny, but Emin can also foresee how a person will achieve his destiny.The sages combined their minds with Emin's so that they could predict the future.Rumors also speak of two souls destined to come into contact with one another for good or evil, and this is known immediately when the two meet. In that instant, two souls meet, and both souls understand it.

The gaze of Joram's dark eyes made Saryon tremble as the hammer's crackling shattered the black slag that encased the red-hot steel; the Catalyst, shaking from head to toe, turned his back on The furnace, and its fiery shadows. Anton stopped beside him. "Father, you don't look well. I'm sorry, I should have known this must have come as a shock to you..." But the old man's voice was drowned out by the sound of the blow of the hammer, and the calm, eager gaze of those brown eyes, for Saryon knew them, and he knew this face. Stumbling along the streets of the camp, he had a vague impression that although Anton was with him, he couldn't see or hear the old man.Saryon saw only eyes that were clear and cold, not warmed by reflections of fire or molten iron; Heartless, unsmiling lips, high cheekbones, shiny black hair mingled with red.

I know that face!he told himself.But how did you know each other?Although the appearance is not the same.Grief came over him instead of grief, a pain that never quite left that face, even in celebration.Perhaps he had seen that face seventeen years ago, on the holy mountain, perhaps he knew the boy's unfortunate father.Saryon could only vaguely recall that the scandal had been discussed for weeks due to the news of the trial of the apostate catalyst saint, but he was too haunted by his own pain to get to know others. misfortune.Maybe he was still paying attention to him unintentionally, without even knowing it.It must be because of this, it must be so.However, however...

Visions of that face floated into his thoughts, and he saw it smiling and laughing, yet always filthy, always haunted by shadows of sorrow... He recognized it!He knows!He could almost remember the name... But it disappeared before he grasped it tightly, drifting away from his mind like smoke in the wind.