The rusty steel sword that had belonged to the goblin slipped from Cecilia's grasp and fell into the lava.
It went exactly as she had expected... the sword sank quickly, and within moments, steam billowed up from the molten lava as it began to melt.
The intense heat of the lava devoured the metal, and the sword disappeared into the depths beneath the glowing surface, leaving nothing but ripples behind.
Cecilia watched silently, her stomach tight with a mix of awe and dread.
There was something unsettling about how easily it had been consumed, almost like the lava was a living thing, relentlessly devouring whatever came near it.
She looked away from the sinking remains of the sword, turning her attention to the glowing pillar of blue light that stood on the far side of the molten lake.