The Furnace Guardian lay in a heap of cooling scrap metal, its chest cavity blasted open. The silence in the massive chamber was heavy, broken only by the settling of dust and the faint hiss of Mora's vines receding from the wreckage.
"We did it," Gorran breathed, kicking a loose gear. "The forge is ours."
Leon didn't celebrate just yet. He walked straight to the remains of the Golem's chest. The magma core inside had been shattered, but something was still glowing amidst the debris.
A small, furious ball of orange flame flickered in the center of the crushed metal grate. It wasn't just fire; it pulsed with a heartbeat.
"Mora," Leon called out. "What is this?"
Mora floated over, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh. It's a primal spirit. A Fire Wisp. Very rude. Very hot. Zero out of ten for personality."
The flame flared up, hissing like an angry cat.
[System Analysis]
Target: Dormant Flame Spirit (Weakened)Utility: Can regulate extreme temperatures and fuel magical forges without fuel.
