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The Sacred Blacksmith – Part 11

A dim ceiling greeted her.

It took a moment before she realized she had woken up from the dream. She sat up and looked around the forge. The place was an utter mess, like a storm had hit it.

“I really lost it, huh.”

The moment she spoke, pain shot through her throat. She must’ve screamed too much. As she reached up to rub her hoarse throat, she noticed something clutched in her hand.

A ring, strung on a thin chain. It was old, dulled, scratched.

Luke had forged it from a fragment of the Infernal Blade Aria and given it to Cecily at their wedding.

Before her death, Cecily had left it to Lisa as a memento. Ever since, Lisa kept it on a chain around her neck, tucked beneath her clothes. The chain had snapped. She had torn it off unconsciously when she passed out.

“Cecily.”

She