Eldrasil Auction House
After five intense days of relentless effort, Horizon had finally grasped the intricate arts of forging, crafting, and alchemy.
He wasn't a master yet, but his skills had surged from [Beginner] to [Intermediate], fueled by the sheer volume of equipment and weapons he'd forged during those grueling hours.
It wasn't supposed to be that easy. But something clicked—he guessed it had everything to do with the fact that he'd been working with rare Drakhan equipment rather than the typical Eternian gear.
The more he worked with those equipment, the faster his proficiency seemed to climb, as if the very essence of Drakhan craftsmanship was seeping into his bones, sharpening his skills at an unnatural pace.
Not that he was complaining. This newfound speed was a blessing, and he intended to ride the wave of progress until his hands could shape the very best gear the world had ever seen.