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Blacksmiths more often than not made nails for building, steel wedges, hinges for doors, and a plethora of other common useful commodities that were not weapons and armor. There’s no way in a medieval-esc down like this that a blacksmith would be clean and without work unless he’s simply avoiding work.
You’re supposed to hate Rachel in ToG. She’s part of the character’s development, and his obsession makes sense since in his eyes she saved his life and gave him a purpose to live. In some twisted and frustrating turn of fate, that obsession was the only thing strong enough to draw him into the Tower, and the only motivation he could fathom to keep moving on in the beginning. As the story goes on, his reasons to continue shift and grow, and his faith in Sarah shifts, evolving into more of a desire to understand. In this story, however, I get the vibe so far that Aine is part of whatever attempts were made to prepare for this catastrophe; her and the MC alike. She probably has ties to important people in the Empire, and much like the MC she probably has had things done to her body to leave her better off in this apocalypse. That said, where the MC seems to be left in the dark about why or how he is the way he is (presumably because whatever was done to him was either extremely experimental, or illegal), she seems to be much more aware. Enough so that it has given her distinct advantages over the others, and left her rather numb to everything that’s happened. Like in this chapter, for example, she’s clearly using the MCs strength to get a 2-man clear on an 8-man dimension so she can get the high-tier rewards after hearing him say he can solo-clear. Talk about manipulative. But intelligent, I guess. Her friends seem like they probably know what’s going on too, just from the way they interact. At least the one that always speaks for her. I wouldn’t say its the most original plot, but it does seem like it might evolve rather pleasantly as things unfold. Hopefully the face-slapping maintains a minimum, but I see a lot of potential for character development and intriguing world-building.
So what I’m understanding from this chapter is that Demons are this world’s natural remedy. Mortals, being the truly wicked ones, fester upon this realm like an illness—blind, petty, uncaring. But when their sins shift the scales of nature, it is the Demons that come, driven by the scent of sin, to devour their wicked nature and once more purge the world of its evil; so that balance may reign as it should once more. But the petty mortals fear their maker, and so ignore its grand purpose, claiming it heretic to the light as they step upon the flame of justice. And they smother it with their ignorance, hoping that in freedom they may find their own control. But ultimately they doom themselves to the blight that is themselves. Oh petty mortals, how foolish you are.
arguably the human body is extremely well adapted for long-distance travel, as our ancestors marched for miles every day in search of food, water, and survival. combined with the fact that we sweat, so that we may regenerate stamina and vent body heat while we move makes this even more prominent. that said, I agree a human body is relatively useless in this story and the author is just another human-centric who can’t find a more creative venue to continue his story unfortunately :(