When Arthur returned to the smithy, he found Selene collapsed on the ground, her body drenched in sweat and her breathing labored clearly exhausted.
But when she saw him, she forced herself to stand and tried to greet him respectfully or at least tried.
"Gree…tings, my lord…"
Arthur sighed silently and gestured calmly,
"It's fine. Rest."
Upon hearing his words, she sat down and began catching her breath. She had exhausted all the mana in her body over the past several hours. Unlike her, Varek was in decent shape his task had only been to remove the impurities that collected at the top of the molten sand mixture.
Without giving them any further attention, Arthur swiftly made his way to the furnace and peered inside. The flames were still blazing, and scorching heat blew into his face. He ignored the discomfort and continued staring at the ceramic pot full of molten glass with a satisfied smile.
