The sun in the desert looked less harsh than ten years ago, and it was shining on the recent addition to the landscape.
The city was in the midst of changes, and in one of its new places, sounds akin to hammers hitting anvils was heard.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
The interacting blacksmithing tools seemed like the ones a giant would use, and the lack of a curious crowd around was only thanks to the isolated nature of the place.
It was not alone in the middle of nowhere, but the building was not in a place where people passed by most of the time.
Inside, Lucas was bare-chested, with sweat glistening on his brownish skin, and his legs in a split on two elevated platforms more than one meters from each other.
He was holding a dark hoop into each hand. The hoops were connected by cable to a mechanism that offered resistance proportional to the force exerted, and at the end of which were heavy blocks that were going up and down according to the movements of Lucas arms.
