The secret passage Kira had found spiraled down, a natural tunnel polished by centuries of use, until it finally opened into a huge chamber.
Gandloaf's forge.
Haru stopped at the entrance, her breath catching for a second.
It was impressive even in death.
The chamber had been carved directly into the living rock of the mountain, circular walls rising about fifteen meters to a vaulted ceiling covered in runes that glowed faintly even without an active flame.
Dwarve runes, an ancient language engraved deep within, forming the symbol of the Flame Path repeated in concentric patterns: a circle with a stylized flame in the center, lines radiating like rays of sunlight.
In the exact center of the chamber was the forge, a massive structure of black stone and metal that seemed to have grown from the ground, an anvil the size of a table, a furnace large enough to fit a person inside. But it was completely dead.
