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Such a dark alchemy was the stuff of blasphemous legend and perhaps there it should have slept dormant. But to watch it awaken in real time was a quiet, haunting yet fascinating spectacle. A fantastic horror - Claret’s family’s forbidden heritage, a grim history they had spent countless generations trying to erase - had reignited within the forge that was meant to bury it. By her hand. Claret would never justify the cost, only that stopping was no longer an option. Even if it burned away the respectable name the Flints had bled to forge and tossed it back into the crimson dirt of their origin, she would finish what she started.
Forgive me.
After Roxy loses her heart and is tossed away like an empty husk, Claret uses her own blood as a magical tether and fuses it with her finest creation - an artificial heart forged from Flint Porcelloy, bringing Roxy back to unlife as a thrall, utterly devoted and dependant on the forgemaster.
But was it her right to do so? Was it Roxy's wish to have her body breathe again? Or was the wisest choice to bury it?