Chapter 53: You Really Want Me to Beg? Spoiled Rotten, Aren't You?

Brennan Dalton stared at the forge before him, and tears he couldn't hold back slipped treacherously down from the corner of his mouth. The forge was dark gold from top to bottom. Cracks like a tortoise shell webbed across its body, and through those fissures ran scarlet lines that looked like molten lava. At the three legs, bronze chi-dragons coiled in relief, their jaws breathing in and out a blood-red subterranean holy flame. Strangest of all was the inner wall of the firebox. If you looked...