Chapter 152: Surprises and warnings
Irwin shot up, blinking as he tried to figure out what had awoken him. A quick look at the cracks in the window panels showed it was dark outside.
What…?
He looked to the side, but Scintilla was still sleeping, curled up in a tiny ball with a wide smile on her face.
"Ambraz…?" Irwin whispered as he carefully slid out of bed, scanning the room for the Anvil.
"I don't know, but it was powerful," a familiar voice grunted from above.
Irwin looked up to find Ambraz perched on an edge in the wall near the ceiling.
"What was it?" Irwin asked, shaking his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. "Why didn't Scintilla wake up?"
"It felt like someone forming a fullhand… but it's weird. That's normally nowhere near this noticeable," Ambraz said as he whisked down and landed on Irwin's shoulder. "You probably woke up because your cards resonated with what just happened. People that aren't smiths aren't that sensitive."
Irwin walked to the window and pulled it open. It was dark outside, but a deep red glow was poking over the wall, showing it was almost morning.
Deciding he wasn't going to go back to bed, Irwin snuck out of the bedroom. When he reached the living room, Greldo looked up from the couch while Coal's burning gaze was following his every move.
"What?" his friend asked in a whisper.
"Nothing," Irwin said, noting the slight worry in Greldo's voice. "It seems Crithann got another fullhand."