Time ticked by, and the day of the group's departure from the HeartForge had arrived. It had been 2 days since Albedo had his breakthrough, and he'd spent the last 48 hours consolidating his foundation and mastering his new level of strength.
The HeartForge had continued its endless rhythm in that time, the forge fires roaring and dimming in a cycle that was almost alive. The Infernus Smiths had returned to their routines, the clang of their hammers echoing through molten caverns, the scent of metal and flame forever hanging in the air.
However, something had changed, but it seemed to be only Albedo who truly noticed it.
The faint tremor in the air whenever he walked near the molten rivers, the way the forgefire seemed to bow inward toward him. There was now a very small but noticeable flame authority radiating off of Albedo.
