In the blink of an eye, Dilan had already reached the crowd, spreading his arms to hold them back, his gaze fixed intently on the kiln pit, not daring to relax for a moment. He was already covered in the black soot from the fuel ash spewed out by the kiln pit.
In the following moments, everyone held their breath, and each passing second felt incredibly long to them.
Soon, the heat from the kiln pit completely dissipated, and Dilan finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
The temperature inside the kiln pit was dropping, which meant there wouldn't be another explosion.
The kiln pit explosion meant that the porcelain they were firing inside was likely destroyed. When the iron plate was lifted by the blast, Dilan had already seen fragments of porcelain being blown out.
"What exactly happen
