CHAPTER V: THE HEIR OF THE FALLEN THRONE (2)
Amara afterwards, along with the elf adviser, went to the chamber of foundations and assemblies. It has been a quiet while, since they left the armor with a group of the nation's best goldsmiths and assemblers. It was still early, but all of them already witnessed the mythical bath of the armor; quickly turning into pure gold. Extracted from the depths of the forest, and melted over as an unforgotten legend.
"My lady, the armor it’s still boiling," exclaims one of the welders.
"I can see." responds the princess. “Do you think it'll be ready?”
"Well, the armor has received the gold faster than we thought." says the man. “We are at the final phase of the fusing stages. In a few moments, it will be ready for you, my lady.”
