Thorough Inspection

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Inside the Dakea Stronghold…

Xonnomor held a piece of Purgatory Ore within his fingers, rotating it in place. It wasn't a piece that came from Apollo, but instead, was a sample gifted to him by the gargantuan demon standing before him.

"So? Is it something you can forge with? Aside from your grandfather, there is no one else who possesses the required expertise," the large demon said before pacing back and forth inside of Xonnomor's forge.

Their eyes darted back and forth repeatedly as they scrutinized the area within the forge. Although Xonnomor conducted a thorough cleansing of the premises, he sensed the faint of material outside his knowledge.

The demon didn't address the anomaly for now, but he did spare Xonnomor and an odd look before moving around the room's perimeter. He approached the mold used to forge Gram and touched the interior.