Kael led the trio deeper into the citadel, the air growing heavier with the scent of metal and earth. The walls, once bare stone, now bore intricate engravings and metallic inlays, evidence of dwarven craftsmanship lost to most of the world. The faint hum of dormant forges echoed through the corridors, hinting at machinery and magic entwined.
Selara's eyes widened. "This… this is amazing. Look at the runes on these walls—they're not just decoration. They're enchantments, channels for energy… ancient dwarves had a mastery of both craft and magic."
Nyxara bounced lightly from one foot to the other, grinning. "And they probably left a bunch of weapons behind. Bet there's something here we can use… something explosive, preferably." She darted forward, inspecting a pedestal covered in dust, lifting a metallic gauntlet with a faint glow. "Ooh, shiny!"
Aurielle floated calmly, observing the corridors with a serene focus. "These halls were designed for precision. Every lock, every rune, every hinge—meant to test skill, patience, and the heart of those who enter. Kael, your bloodline resonates with the energy here. You feel it, don't you?"
Kael's golden eyes swept the corridor. Subtle pulses of dwarven enchantment responded to his presence. His steps were measured, precise, as he analyzed the structure and the latent magic within. Though his companions teased and flitted about with playful curiosity, he remained a calm anchor, guiding them through the intricate labyrinth.
Nyxara nudged his side, laughing softly. "See, Kael? Even here you're all serious. We get it—you're ancient, powerful, and broody. But can you lighten up for two seconds? Maybe smile?"
Kael's lips twitched in a hint of acknowledgment. "Focus," he said simply, his stoicism unbroken.
Selara leaned against him playfully, whispering, "You know, even broody dragons can have fun. We'll teach you… eventually."
Hours passed as they navigated traps, unlocked hidden passages, and discovered dormant forges filled with ancient weapons of immense power. Kael's presence resonated with the magic, subtly activating protective wards and clearing paths. Each woman contributed in her unique way: Selara's intuition, Nyxara's agility, and Aurielle's calm guidance. Their dynamic was playful, teasing, yet bonded in unspoken trust.
Finally, they reached a chamber that housed a partially awakened forge. Sparks danced faintly along the walls, and the machinery hummed with potential energy. Kael placed a hand on the central mechanism, feeling its resonance with his ancient bloodline. The women gathered around, each marveling at the delicate balance of magic and engineering.
Aurielle smiled softly. "With guidance, these forges can create artifacts of unparalleled power. Imagine what we could craft together."
Nyxara rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her excitement. "I vote for something that explodes… or looks intimidating. Definitely intimidating."
Selara laughed, brushing lightly against Kael. "Let's leave the chaos to him. He'll know what's needed… eventually."
The corridors of dwarven craft became a playground of discovery, teasing, and bonding. Kael's stoicism softened ever so slightly in their presence, the first flickers of trust and affection shining through centuries of solitude.