After the breakthrough, Albedo left that room, and the HeartForge had also slept at last. A large amount of Infernus Smiths took the moons rising as their signal to head to sleep, with only the occasional Smith remaining to practice their craftsmanship.
After hours of hammer-song and roaring flame, the forge had settled into a deep, molten rhythm, a steady breath of the mountain itself. The rivers of lava flowed quietly through their channels, the air still shimmering faintly with leftover mana.
Albedo had moved to the dormitory chambers that was prepared for him and his classmates by the Infernus Smiths. The room was decent enough, enchanted by spatial formations to increase the area of the room.
It was carved from obsidian and basalt, glowing faintly from the veins of magma running through the walls, and the air was warm, but they had the ability to cool the room using various formations.
