"Get down there!"
As if he was battling against a primal beast, William slammed his hammer heavily with all his might. The impact was a thunderclap that seemed to freeze the scene in time.
The glowing blue lump jolted for a brief, violent second, resisting the kinetic energy for a heartbeat before finally following his will and plummeting toward the waiting mould below.
During all this time, that melted mix had remained suspended in the air. To the onlookers, it looked like it was magically held in place by some sort of invisible force, an aura of impossible physics that added a mysterious, almost divine layer over William's actions.
In reality, it was a masterful display of rhythmic vibration; William had been hitting it with such frequency and specific angles that the air pressure and the hammer's own recoil had defied gravity.
