Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 4]

The Ironwood had my leg.

As in, it had it.

The trunks on the bench had somehow grown more branches and offshoots without me noticing. Those had crawled along the wooden bench like clinging vines, some working over it but some, to my horror, piercing through the wood and continuing on the underside of the bench. It had then worked its way down the table leg to the floor and along it, finding my foot.

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There were a few strands that had reached for and woven around the furnace too. I used a pair of tongs to poke at those from a distance, then pry them off once I was happy they weren't about to move. The Ironwood only seemed to have such a pronounced effect when it was me that touched it. It took a little work, but I was able to forcefully bend some of the branches back and free the forge.

—Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 4]