Lith pondered Faluel's words, realizing that between being capable of producing Origin Flames and of Domination, he was basically sitting on a gold mine.
"Stop gloating over your gold mine and start breathing fire, kid. I'm already envious, you'd better stop asking for a beating." The Hydra poked his head to snap him out of it.
"How did you know what I was thinking about?" He blurted out in surprise.
"We Dragons all make the same face while counting our treasures." Faluel wore a set of heavy protective glasses while preparing the furnace.
The smithy of the Hydra was nothing like Zekell's. A complex system of arrays would keep all kinds of heat contained, no matter if natural, magical, or Origin Flames based.
A huge hole in the middle of the lab channeled molten lava from the depths of Mogar inside the furnace, where it was used in the place of charcoal to keep the temperature steady.
"What is the lava for?" Lith asked.
