Chapter 12: Search for the Golden Weapon

“Easy now.” Larson scooped up Edwin.

Nyatalia scooted closer beside Larson. “Oh, dear… Should we call for help?”

Edwin recovered himself. “No… we don’t have much time. I can still stand.”

“Are you sure?” Merlize doubled in.

“Yeah.” He wiped off the rainbow stain dripping on his lips. “Anyway, Mictus is waiting for us inside.”

The steel house stood ten feet tall. Inside, a teacup-sized bearded guy in white, silky clothes greeted Larson and his team. A horned hat on his tiny head pointed toward them. Around his neck hanged a blue crystallite with a hammer symbol carved on it.

“Edwin, my friend! Welcome back.” The other bearded guy chuckled. “You should have brought a Stability Pill with you.”

Edwin squeezed his head as he explained. “We were in a hurry, Mictus, and we are still in a hurry.”

“Oh, right. The fairies told you already.” His smile turned upside down. “You only have three days to linger inside Ragnaheim.”