I Only Tame Dragons

Chapter 81 Soulfire

To the left of the Studio, a spacious resting area was fitted with plush couches and thick rugs that invited relaxation. A small hearth burned softly in the corner, providing a warm, calming glow.

Beside it, a kitchenette, fully equipped with enchanted utensils and a self-replenishing pantry, promised sustenance during long crafting sessions. The scent of exotic spices lingered in the air, hinting at the culinary possibilities awaiting them.

Ahead, Horizon's eyes were drawn to the heart of the studio—the forging area. It dominated the center of the space, a large anvil set atop a raised stone platform surrounded by various tools, each shimmering with magical enchantments.

The forge itself was no ordinary one; its flames flickered between molten gold and deep blue, powered by an eternal flame, its heat contained perfectly to avoid overwhelming the rest of the room. Hanging above were rows of meticulously organized hammers, chisels, and tongs, each designed for precise craftsmanship.

Beside the forge was a cooling pool filled with enchanted water that could temper any metal, no matter how rare or mystical.

Beyond the forge, the crafting area spread out in an intricate labyrinth of workbenches. Magical Tools were neatly arranged and labelled.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

And tucked into the far corner was the alchemy lab. Shelves lined with empty vials, and containers. An array of bubbling cauldrons and mixing stations were set up, ready for Horizon to brew elixirs, transmute metals, or infuse items with magical properties.

Horizon ran his hand along the edge of the central anvil, feeling the faint thrum of magic pulsing beneath his fingertips.

This studio was perfect.

He could lose himself here for days, maybe even weeks, forging weapons, armor, potions, and more. Everything he needed was at his fingertips.

"Thanks for accompanying us here, Frigid. You can put the bag over there," Horizon said, glancing toward the crafting table.

Frigid nodded silently, placing the [Silver Rune Bag] down with ease.

"You can tour the town if you want. I'll be here for quite a while," Horizon offered, setting up his library of recipes on his screen.

"They're proud of this pitiful flame?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "My necrotic breath is far more potent than this weak ember."

Horizon raised an eyebrow. "Is that what you use to forge your own equipment?" he asked.

Nyx smirked, her tiny fangs gleaming. "Of course. A Great Wyrm's fiery breath is the most powerful flame in existence. Anything less is an insult."

With a flick of her wings, she flew over the Everflame, narrowing her eyes at the dancing crimson fire beneath. "Wait, let me fix this," she said sharply. "It would be embarrassing if my servant used something so pathetic."

Horizon blinked, watching as Nyx inhaled deeply, her small chest expanding. A dark, eerie glow emanated from within her as she let out a soft puff of her necrotic breath.

The air shifted immediately, growing heavier, colder, as her dark energy merged with the Everflame.

The red flames flickered, sputtered, and then twisted into something far more sinister. The once-crimson fire morphed into a haunting, ghostly blue. The temperature in the room dropped, yet the intensity of the flame surged.

Horizon could feel it—power thrummed from the forge, sending shivers down his spine.

Nyx ruffled her bony wings, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "Hmph. This body of mine is troublesome. I could only unleash a tiny fraction of my true power. But this . .

. will suffice."

Horizon stared at the transformed fire. "What did you do? The flame looks . . . cold," he said, reaching out cautiously, feeling the raw energy radiating from it.

Nyx grinned. "Cold? It's far beyond that. This is [Soulfire], a powerful flame, probably the most powerful flame in all of Eternia right now. It burns the very essence of what it touches, not just the surface. It's said to be a fire that can melt through anything, including the soul itself."

Horizon's eyes widened as he marveled at the spectral blue flames licking the forge. "Soulfire, huh?"