Chapter 25: Village Below the Mist XIII
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"You already have a whole forge named after you. Don’t push it."
"I want a giant version of me, mouth open, fire pouring out, maybe some gems for the eyes."
"I’ll give you a sock puppet if you keep talking."
Fizz crossed his little arms under his furry body. "One day, they’ll call this place Fizzland... The City of Glory and Minor Explosions."
Back at the firepit, a few more miners were trying to mimic the successful dagger, pushing their luck. They worked carefully, and John watched as one tried mixing crushed crystal into the molten blade. Fizz leaned over and dropped a tiny nugget of charcoal into it without the miner noticing.
The blade hissed as mana surged and cracked the mold.
The explosion was minor, more of a loud pop, and the miner fell backward with a shriek, covered in soot but otherwise unharmed.
"Fizz!" John yelled. "Stop your pranks."
"What?! I was helping with artistic expression!"
"That’s not how crafting works!"
"Tell that to Picass."