Chapter 198: Emergency smithing
Irwin watched his brother groan as he lay on his back on the tower's basement floor.
"And you did this to yourself?" Bronwyn finally asked, pushing himself up on his elbows and staring at Irwin.
"I wouldn't have been able to do it without Ambraz," Irwin said honestly.
The Anvil, which was standing in the center of the locked-down room, hummed, smiling widely.
Bronwyn grunted, then scrambled up and looked at his right hand. "I feel like it should be a shattered, mangled mess," he said, slowly making a fist.
"It's not true physical pain," Irwin said.
"I wonder if my cards felt that, and that's why it hurt so much," Bronwyn said before raising his hand. "You're sure I can't just slot my final card now?" he asked.
"I see why you are brothers," Ambraz snapped. "So impatient! No, wait till tomorrow at a minimum. The resonance of your cards is out of balance because they didn't match as nicely as they should. If you had just done as I said and removed those two cards to slot new ones, it wouldn't have been this hard."
"Probably," Bronwyn said as he grinned at the Anvil. "But I like my cards. They are a part of me!"
Then it's going to be a shock when you get your heartcard, Irwin thought. Unlike him, he couldn't get his brother an Ammolite or Diamond rank card, and as much as he wanted to wait a few years till he could, he knew they couldn't wait for that. As much as he was impressed by Lord Rhym and Sorcerer Uldrot if he had to trust someone with the power of a heartcard it would be his brother. He might need help killing the Bablibon, or worse, if he failed and died, his family would need someone powerful to protect them.
"Do you think you can share some of those cards so we can boost more rangers?" Bronwyn asked.
Irwin hesitated. He only had enough cards left to feed Ambraz to reforge two or three heartcards, depending on how hard it would become, and he needed one of those for Daubutim.