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Six, eh? Hector had a feeling that there were more than that, though he couldn’t be sure. The Candle seemed to have given him memories of many other Fusion Forges from over the eons, but without more time to sort through said memories and perhaps confirm their veracity, there was no telling which of those Forges might still exist in the modern day.

Apart from a few select ones, that was.

“The Golden Hour,” said Hector, blurting out the words without even thinking, “the Lantern of Doma, the Artisan’s Anvil, the Clown Pit, the Red Rift, the Pool of Trenoy, the Silent Serpent.”

Haqq just looked at him.

Hector had to blink a couple times as he tried to process everything that had just come out of his own mouth.

“...Some of those names, I am familiar with,” said Haqq. “Others, not. The Clown Pit? That cannot truly be the name of a Fusion Forge, can it?”

Hector needed another moment to think about his response. Did he have actual details about that in his head? Where had all those names even come from, exactly? “I... think that is the name of Morgunov’s Forge.”

Haqq’s head reared back a little. “I suppose that would make sense. It sounds foolish enough to belong to him. But... how in the world did you discover that? I’ve not met anyone who could even confirm the existence of Morgunov’s new Forge, let alone tell me its name.”

Ah.

Hmm.

Yeah, that probably wasn’t the kind of information that Morgunov went spreading around, was it? Even a maniac like him probably wanted to keep any and all details of his Forge a secret.

So how had the Candle learned of it, then? Hell, how had it learned of any of the other Forges at all? It wasn’t like it had traveled the world and visited them.

...Right?

Ugh. Hector was feeling a little woozy all of a sudden. It felt like his head had just been flooded with a little too much information at once, like a crack in a dam had formed.

He had to stop and concentrate before it worsened. Patch it up. Get it back under control.

Whew. Yeah. Sto. It was Sto. He could feel where it had started to fail. In fact, the visualization of a cracked dam seemed to be exactly right for assessing the problem. And thankfully, it was just as simple to fix it.