Forge: Be patient, Phantom Lord. It will be your turn soon. *FORGE takes the blood - you hear him gag slightly in his armor - and begins crafting the key. A few moments later, REBECCA'S Key is ready. It looks as good as new, like the day it was first made. He hands it back to REBECCA.*

*LIGHT CHAOS hands FORGE the MYSTERIOUS ORB.* Light Chaos I'm not very sure what this is… But I recall it belonging to one of the Lords. Perhaps you could repair it…?

*FORGE inspects the BROKEN ORB. Though his metallic face is next to expressionless, you can tell he's somewhat concerned.*

Forge: This… This belonged to Lightning Lord, last I checked. This is a piece of work, this… Yes, I'll see what I can do. *FORGE begins crafting.*