Rhaegor's eyes are wider than I've ever seen them, the orange glow of the forge reflecting in his pupils like a forest fire.
'This is... no, it couldn't be... it's the Hellstorm Array!!!'
'Cyrina!!!' his mental voice is frantic, almost a shout. 'It's the weapon used by the Great Hero 700 years ago against the Demon King! In the demon realm, where magic from outsiders was nullified, the Hero built this. It was the only thing that worked... it's what made their victory possible.'
'See? I told you I smelled something sus in this land,' I think back, my heart hammering against my ribs. 'Now think—what are they up to with a deadly weapon like this?!'
Rhaegor moves closer, his hand trembling slightly as he touches the massive, cold metal structure. He ignores the heat of the forge, his focus entirely on the craftsmanship. 'They are trying to build an exact copy of what the Great Hero once summoned... but it's useless.'
'Hm? Because of the core?' I ask, tilting my head.
