Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 14]

The pipes flowed cherry-red and threatened to drip molten metal down onto the floor. The heat from them would have been enough to burn through flesh, yet they didn't harm the hands clasped tightly around them.

In that regard, it seemed my Passive was actually being a useful tool for once. I just wished it was something a little more combat oriented. My eyes flashed a little as I used Stoke the Forge to heat them even further, moving the metal carefully so that it lined up.

"How are they?" Ren asked from nearby.

A spark of panic shot through me, and my hands twitched as I instinctively tried to turn off and hide my forging. Luckily, I thought to look first – and Ren was calling out from some distance away. I was also under and behind some woodwork, which kept me from sight. A quick glance back to the pipes told me they were old, rusted through and broken in multiple places. "Not bad," I called back, "I think I can fix them by just tightening some valves."

Tightening - smelting and re-forging the entire piping system? Really, they were practically the same thing… Okay, it totally wasn't, but this was the first time my Blacksmithing could actually help our Guild. It could actually save us and I wasn't going to squander that. My eyes narrowed as the pipes were manoeuvred into position. No new material had been created, of course. That would have been impossible. But that didn't mean there wasn't some excess that could be repurposed. They would be a little thinner, and maybe the water flow wouldn't be as strong, but I doubted anyone would notice.

—Forged Destiny [Book 1: Ch. 14]