Sera

Back on Faust, Tiramisu was leading hundreds of night elven warriors in pushing the metal balls made of the reapers’ remains into a new pit that had appeared within the ground. Flames were raging in the depths, burning so hot that the elves couldn’t even go all the way and had to leave the last hundred metres to the now-sweating ogre.

The forge seemed to swallow with every ball rolled in, melting it completely before throwing out a large portion as slag. Only a small amount of silver essence remained, and that was sent to another smaller forge deeper within. In that one, the ember essence that could withstand even the flames of destruction started to vapourize, pulsing energy into the system and powering the seven giant crystals. The...