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Ambil suddenly brought us to the depths of the city itself, where we found ourselves right in front of the entrance leading to Hephaestus Divine Forge! Well, the first one of many.
"Wait, is this for real?! We found it much quicker than we thought!" Rita celebrated. "Alright, now how do we get in?"
"Calm down for a minute, dark elf lady." Ambil sighed. "As of right now, we can't enter, not even in your wildest dreams. This is the entrance of the first divine forge which my family has protected for generations. However, we do not possess the ability to enter it."
"I see…" Mark nodded, analyzing things. "I wonder if this is… Wait, can Planta enter easily at least? She's the successor."
"She can try, and that's why I mostly ca here." Said Ambil. "This is a sacred palace where many of our craftsn in our families grew and developed, this place used to be a secret forge where we crafted magic weapons, our family used to be the ones that supplied the world's greatest armies with their weapons. But over ti, as the Demon Kings perished and heroes never ca back, our family's business declined…"
Ambil then walked towards the gates, gently caressing them with his old, rugged hands, covered on many bruises and sighing.
"This Forgery, although we could not enter, blessed us with their Divine Flas, which we used to make wonderful items. However, such flas stopped appearing hundreds of years ago." Ambil sighed. "I don't know why… And recently, there had been rumors around town about a group of shadowy people trying to find the Forge. I am worried that our legacy might soon be taken away from us by malefic hands. Planta, can you touch this gate and prove you're who you are? I… don't want to have my hopes crushed again, so prove to that you're who you say to be, so I can finally hold so hope with confidence…"
"Okay…" I nodded, giving him a gentle smile. "Let's do this then…"
I touched the gates while closing my eyes, hoping for sothing to happen. However, the only thing we got was a lot of silence…
"Nothing happened…" I sighed.
"Looks like that thing might be too old or sothing." Rita said.
"T-Then…?" Ambil seed disappointed.
"Well, let's not give up yet." Said Mark. "She definitely has the Subclass, we all can see her Status, and-"
"The successor…"
Huh?
Did I heard sothing?
A whisper…
"You're here…"
It is a whispering voice!
"At long last…"
"Hello? Is there soone there?" I asked the gate, knocking on it.
FLAAASH!
Suddenly, the gate began to glow, shocking everyone with after that anticlimactic silence. The carvings glowed with bright red colors, the jewels emanated a divine aura, encompassing the carvings and suddenly making them turn alive.
The flas behind the anvil suddenly started blazing, moving on their own, until finally, they erged from the carvings, an intense heat engulfed our entire bodies, making us feel slightly sickly as we glanced an entity erge.
FLUOOOOSH!
"W-What's going on?!" Lily cried.
"Ugh, such intense heat…" Nieve complained.
"W-Woooah!" Acorn was amazed.
"A being made of flas?!" Mark stepped closer to .
"Hmmm…"
The entity slowly took the shape of a huge, muscular being, completely made of red flas constantly flickering around. Their only two eyes were red and made of jewels. Its height was over five ters of height.
"T-The Guardian…! The Divine Guardian of the Forge!" Ambil gasped, suddenly kneeling. "Oh guardian, it is an honor to finally see you!"
"Oh, a descendant of the Protectors of the Legacy…" The entity made of flas spoke.
Its composition was similar to Fire Spirits, but of an incredibly high quality and power. It was perhaps a Divine Spirit on its own, sothing similar to the Great Spirit of Nature and Harvest.
"G-Great Spirit?" I asked her.
"I can see it, yeah." She spoke. "That guy's not a Great Spirit, he's a Special Kind of thing, a Divine Forge Spirit, although he doesn't rule over the spirits of each elent like us Great Spirits, he does have almost an equal amount of power… However, he looks shattered, and weakened."
"Very well, so where is the Successor?" Asked the Forge Spirit, glancing around. "Oh, it must be you, isn't it?" He pointed at Brisingra. "A girl wasn't what we expected but well, you're a dwarf."
"No, sorry, it's not …" Brisingra sighed.
"Wait, then you?" He asked, pointing at Mark. "You're a strange being, I've never seen sothing like this before, but you wield flas! Don't you? And those burly arms and strong physique! It has to be you, right?"
"Stop pretending to not know and accept that Planta's the successor." Mark said angrily, crossing his huge arms.
"Hi…" I smiled gently, as the Spirit gave a single glance and then facepald.
"HAHHH… I can't believe a Dryad from all things would beco my master's Successor! Just what is going on with this word?! Has nobody else made a Heroic Weapon yet?! In all these years?!" He started complaining. "A delicate Dryad lady with no inch of strength, no mastery over the hamr, and absolutely no resistance nor affinity with fire beca the successor?! Preposterous!"
"Do you have to be so rude?" I asked while raising an eyebrow. "And I am not a Dryad anymore. I evolved into a Hamadryad, and then an Yggdryad, and now I am an Yggdragon!"
My body suddenly started to change shape quickly, Ambil suddenly fell into the ground in shock as my transformation slowly completed, turning into a gigantic, over fifty-ter-tall dragon made of wood, stone, earth, vegetation, and covered on countless golden scales made of spiritual tals, with sharp claws, an intimidating set of fangs, and flashing green eyes.
"Hoh?" The Divine Forge Fla was surprised, glancing at my entire body, as I quickly conjured golden flas into my hands, the Flas of Life.
"And I can control so flas too! Thank you very much!" I groaned, showing what I was made of.
"Heh… Hah… HAHAHAHAAH!" The Spirit started to laugh. "Now THIS is sothing out of left field! To think the successor of Yggdrasil would also beco my master's successor… This is… unprecedented!"
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