Blood Moon Axe: Echoes of the Fallen

The workshop was a sanctuary of shadows and firelight, the air thick with the mingled scents of charred wood, hot metal, and the faint, lingering aroma of beeswax. The rhythmic crackle of the forge filled the space, a constant, low hum that vibrated through the floor and into their bones. Sparks danced and flared as Rodrick stoked the fire, casting fleeting, dancing shadows that turned the familiar tools and weapons into strange, distorted shapes. The heat was intense, radiating in waves th...