DENG. DEEEEEENG.
Ihan struck the bell once more.
In the south, bells with internal clappers were common, but this one was different—a rare, external-strike bell, struck with a metal hammer or wooden mallet.
Despite its rusted, unremarkable appearance, its chime carried further and clearer than any other bell.
It wasn’t just sound.
The resonance could not be ignored—it was more beautiful than any instrument, cleansing the ears, clearing the mind, and washing away exhaustion.
The chime seemed to sink into the body itself, revitalizing even the most drained warriors.
