"I'll leave it to you now."
"Rest assured."
"We will make something lovely, rest assured."
The elders reassured him before closing the doors of the master forge.
The two of them knew what KiRA wanted and they were done gathering materials and with their preparations.
They were ready for the creation and, since there were only around sixty hours left on their hands, they knew they had to use all the time that they had…
"Shall we?"
The Lime elder nodded at that question and looked at the forge that was pulsating with a silver flame– flames of the highest ranks that one could find in the lower floors.
The flames were said to have originated from a mysterious phenomena during an ancient storm. It was passed down in very few of the dwarven tribes, and their tribe was one of the fortunate ones to possess it.
Still, these special flames weren't something simple, or something just anyone could handle.
-Oooooooooooong!
