The fifth crown radiated heat—scorched steel lined with molten gold, its center pulsing like a heart of lava. This was a crown forged in the belly of a volcano, tempered in endless fire.
"Dwarven crown," Leon said. "A burden they were glad to give up."
Wearing it, his body surged with the weight of craftsmanship, creation, and fire. He could feel the strength of stone and steel settling in his bones. It was heavy, but it fit perfectly.
He removed it slowly and set it among the rest.
The sixth crown was unlike the others—it shimmered like stardust, glimmering in soft pastels and gentle hues. It seemed more alive than crafted, the faint melody of laughter and nature humming from it.
"The Crown of the Fairies," Leon spoke, his tone almost reverent. "A land of illusions… and frightening power beneath their beauty."
