The flame seemed to sense the power in the blade, and feasted on it voraciously. In under a minute, the devouring flame began to eat into the dagger, slowly breaking its atomic structure, transforming it from solid into a toxic bubbling mass of burning liquid. Once again, Pamela's authoritative voice came amidst the din;
"If you want to alter its basic properties, now's the time buddy."
He replied coarsely; "I'm on it."
Pamela focused on trying to keep the flames intact. Golden Crow's fire was already a force to be reckoned with. With the Cursed Blade in the mix, its intensity had gone up by about a thousand percent. This required special care and effort on Pamela's side to maintain a certain kind homeostatis- to balance the temperature of the environment and the fire.
Alex on the other hand had to become a chemist on the spot. He reached into his cross-bag and pulled out some precious materials he had already prepared ahead of the time for the mix.
