Once they were all seated, Isaac leaned forward.
"I'll get straight to it. Paul, I want you to teach someone blacksmithing."
Paul blinked. "Okay… I mean, sure. Who?"
Isaac pointed to Tyr.
For a second, Paul looked confused. Then he looked again, and noticed the miniature tree-like creature on Isaac's shoulder. His eyes widened.
"Wait. Tyr?! Why does he look different though?"
Paul had seen the hulking treant guarding the Family shop every day, but he looked quite different now.
"He evolved," Isaac said. "He's developed a skill that lets him produce a type of hell-metal."
Professor Catherine spoke next. "To be exact, the crystal you're about to see is [Hell-Iron Myre]."
She placed the chunk of metal on the desk.
Paul stared at it. Slowly, his hand reached out and touched the surface. His fingers recoiled slightly, like he'd felt a jolt.
"You're kidding," he muttered. "This… this is Hell-Iron Myre? Real Hell-Iron Myre?"
